diff --git "a/val/val2.txt" "b/val/val2.txt" new file mode 100644--- /dev/null +++ "b/val/val2.txt" @@ -0,0 +1,52190 @@ +Down & Out (Remix)[Verse 1] +Mommas oldest, dads brightest +But youngin still thugging +What was it that bad guidance +Love him he's God gift +Though they hate I love it +It make me drive faster +They won't catch the F50 Ferrari +I got on Ferrari glasses +Mashing through New Orleans like it's Cali +I'm just trying to keep up with the fashions +Got my music blasting +Televisions flashing +I'm watching The Passion +Me I get my hot box game up when I flame up +Shame lil niggas at the red light change up +See everyone was around when I was down +Now it's lonely at the top since I came up +Look up, they trying to look me up and hook up look +I ain't got a nose for your boogers I'm sugar +That mean I'm good, if you is I'm gooder +Should of would of could of but you didn't cocksucker +This is that old south I'm talking with that old slang +Pushing that new thing, shitting on my old hoes +Pissing off my old homies +The game is fair but it's cold get your winter garments +Still can't warm it +See I'm a break from the norm +My LA girls they say I’m so bomb, they eat tofu +The 40/40 on a special day +Them cheap niggas I'll still slide 500 to Desiree +I talk shit and I don't never hate +Cause I would forklift whoever face +See I ain't rich yet +Oh but I'm ballin now and that get your bitch wet +We just trying to see how many dicks she can bench press +See I'm a business +Dogs I’m a bitchness +I ain't a rest haven I let the rest save them +Mack Maine hit me with the trap game +Now I'm having second thoughts about the fucking rap game +Hold up +[Verse 2] +Tez +Please get on my schedule let them know that I'm open +Pick a day when I'm free and put “beef” +C'mon, let them know I'm hoping they tripping +We could get it in motion you get to know physics +Leaving them in the ocean with pistols dripping +With all these bannana clips and we ain't slipping +Foggy behind the tints, good grief +So you blow o's of the leaf I blow a wreathe +Sheesh, Great Scott, is he a theif? +It seems like he got a mouth full of gold teeth +Chyea, shout out to Cee Lo Green +Young money we know green +Spitta say you no crazy +We got shit that you don't need +That's my nigga he fly, so now he keep me fly +And all the talk in the streets bout us is we be fly +My bitch be asking why I don't go suit and tie +Because they put that on you when you die1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +​nuts[Verse 1: lil skil] +I can see it in your eyes, that you wanna get out +I can see it in your eyes, that you need it right now +That you need it right now +That you wanna get out +That you need it right now +That you wanna get out +[Chorus: lil skil & Lil Peep] +Yeah, I just wanna hear the sound +Drive our Camaros out of town +Baby, we could leave right now (Woah) +Yeah, I just wanna feel alive +Baby take your time +Smokin' on this loud (Woah) +[Verse 2: Lil Peep] +Girl, you know you make my cold heart warm with a touch +One kiss, then we fuckin', I just can't get enough +Put it on me, that's the best part, baby, the trust +Trust me, I got nothin' for you other than love +I remember eatin' pussy on the back of the bus +I remember gettin' nookie 'til the Sun came up +All the places that you took me, no one came with us +Same hoes overlook me, now they on my, nuts62EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Worth It[Intro] +I'ma send this song out to my baby mamas +They probably mad at me right now +It was all worth it +[Chorus] +It was all worth it (It was worth it) +Bein’ called all them names by you +It was all worth it (It was worth it) +Me tellin' lies and playin' games with you +Shawty, it was all worth it (It was worth it, it was worth it) +Gave me a baby that’s so perfect +So it was all worth it (Anything you do is worth it) +It was worth it, I deserve it +[Verse 1] +Leavin' out the club, havin' fights with you ('Member we'd be fightin' at the club?) +Fuck them other girls, I'm on a flight with you (Me and twin had some nights) +Even to this day, Trig'll fight with you (Damn, Trig) +So glad I used no rubber, the night with you (For real, Trig) +’Cause y’all gave me Ty and Tooly, too (And my lil' nigga) +We used to be so tight, now we super loose (Yeah, we used to be tight) +Told the world I wasn’t your daddy, that's how you do me, boo (That's how you do me) +I looked you in your eyes and made love to you +But it was worth it +[Chorus] +It was all worth it (It was worth it) +Bein' called all them names by you +It was all worth it (It was worth it) +Me tellin’ lies and playin' games with you +Shawty, it was all worth it (It was worth it, it was worth it) +Gave me a baby that's so perfect +So it was all worth it (Anything you do is worth it) +It was worth it, I deserve it +[Verse 2] +Cheatin' on Juanita in this life of sin +Girl, I made you strong for that man you with +Protectin' all my people in this life of sin +Say Lil Bleek, it was worth it, I'd do it again (Me or them) +It was all worth it (It was worth it) +I was out my mind (Out my mind), went to the pen (I was crazy) +But got smarter in time (Yeah) +First I said I didn't deserve it (I was like, "I ain't deserve this") +Then I came home smarter, richer, and wiser (Guess what, Mama?) +Mama, it was all worth it (It was all worth it) +All the pain God done put us through +It was all worth it (It was all, it was worth it) +'Cause look what God done did for you +This struggle, it was all worth it (My struggle, it was all worth it) +It's all good girl, you can curse me, it's worth it +Them babies worth it +[Outro] +Leavin' out the club, havin' fights with you +Fuck them other girls, I'm on a flight with you +Even to this day, just to fight with you +So glad I used no rubber, the night with you +It was worth it (It was all worth it) +You can call me all my names +Do whatever you want +When I look at them babies, huh +All this shit be worth it +When I look at them babies, I look at y'all +And I be, I be like damn, shit was worth it +Shawty, it was all worth it (Anything that happened) +You know, we can't overlap (Just to show you that you're perfect) +And she got a baby for it (Anything you do is worth it) +I won't tell you a thing, it was worth itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Beep Me 911[Intro: Timbaland] +Uh, uh, uh, like that, uh +Uh +Say what, say what +Say what, say what +Uh, uh, uh +Say what, say what +Uh +Missy, bring it in +[Verse 1: Missy Elliot] +Why you played on me? Wasn't I good enough for you? (Wasn't good enough) +All those other girls you've been with can't do like I do (Do, do) +Gave you all my dough when you needed it all the time (Uh-huh) +And if you planning on leaving me again +Then give me a sign (Say what, say what) +[Chorus: 702] +Beep me 911 or call me on my cell phone (Uh) +I'll call you back +To see what you gon' tell me (Say what, say what) +You don't wanna date +No ifs, ands, or waits, it's over, babe +(Say what, say what, say what, say what) +Beep me 911 or call me on my cell phone (Uh) +I'll call you back +To see what you gon' tell me (Say what, say what) +You don't wanna date +No ifs, ands, or waits it's over babe (Uh) +[Verse 2: Missy Elliot] +Why you cheating on me? Can you tell me what I've done? +I thought you was the one, but you just a hit and run +Gave up clubs and parties, I put them aside (I stopped goin' to all the parties) +Left me in the dark with no kind of sign +(Why don't you give me a sign?) +[Chorus: 702] +Beep me 911 or call me on my cell phone +I'll call you back +To see what you gon' tell me +You don't wanna date +No ifs, ands, or waits it's over babe, it's over +(No thinking twice) +(Say what, say what) +Beep me 911 or call me on my cell phone +I'll call you back +To see what you gon' tell me +You don't wanna date +No ifs, ands, or waits it's over babe, it's over +[Bridge: 702] +All my friends say I can do better than you (Say what, say what) +Maybe they was right cause I feel like a fool (Fool, fool) +But I can't let you go until you take some time (Say what, say what) +To tell me why you left me without a goddamn sign (Say what, say what) +[Chorus: 702] +Beep me 911 or call me on my cell phone +I'll call you back +To see what you gon' tell me +You don't wanna date +No ifs, ands, or waits it's over babe, it's over (Uh-huh, uh-huh) +Beep me 911 or call me on my cell phone +I'll call you back +To see what you gon' tell me (Say what) +You don't wanna date +No ifs, ands, or waits it's over babe, it's over +(Magoo, Magoo) +[Verse 3: Magoo] +Type of nigga made built to last +Look homegirl, I pump like gas when +Get your friend and your girl and them (What?) +My sex drive workout like a gym, Kim (What?) +Was the girl that I used to hit +You the girl that I gotta quit +See the kitty Kit +Gotta gold it like a light +In the night you the freak come out +We don't bite +No diggity, who took you out +No doubt when I first got down +Made the bro' shout +Look out, make it live +Dip and dive, staying alive +Shoot me sugar, there it is +Now we talking square biz +I'm leaving you without arrears +But I still luh the kids +What you think, I'm hen pecked +Girl get your mind checked +Take the time, recollect +I just gave you disrespect +[Outro: Timbaland] +Ah, like that +Like that +Beep me 911, baby +Aha, aha, aha, aha... +Aha, aha +Aha, aha +Say what, say what +Misdemeanor, 702 +Whatch'all gonna do? +Fellas? +Don't beep them 911 +Don't beep them 911 +Don't beep them 911 + +We Don’t Give a Fuck[Hook] +Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck +Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck +Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck +We don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us +Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck +Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck +Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck +We don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us +[Verse 1: Lil' Kim] +I Brooklyn Bounce nigga, in Dirty South down to the ATL +Rep B.I.G. to death, betta watch what come out ya breath +We thuggin', thuggin', we thuggin' +Honey girl Queen B double E-E +I'm heatin' up in oven, no bitch is comin' like me +We get by, we get crunk, we spit fire, we got pumps +We get high, we get drunk, we got heat for ya'll punks +Can't find you layin', my fam is not playin' +Gotta get that money, that money, that money, money +You don't want no problems man, none if you get outta lane +We comin' like the Taliban, poppin' like a collar man +Cowards want to violate, then we got to demonstrate +You faggot niggas tellin', when we see you we be yellin' +[Hook] +[Verse 2: Bun B] +Bitch I been trill ever since the day I came out my mommas cock +Come on down to that Dirty South, you gon' see I got it locked +I can go on any block and on any hood and on any town +Runnin' deep with money and jewelery and holdin' myself down +Connected to every heavy nigga across the U.S +My cocaine is the whitest and my diamonds are the bluest +My city is the trillest and my niggas are the truest +Got everything to gain and nothing to lose, so let's do this +We load 'em up, cock 'em back, let 'em go we knock 'em off +Cut off all his cake, rocks, and eggs, this nigga block 'em off +It's B-U-N for UGK, straight up out that B-A-T +Holdin' it down for K-I-M, reppin' for Pimp C, let's see 'em bitch +[Hook] +[Verse 3: Twista] +Big cars, big trucks, big nuts when it comin' up off the dust +Think it's funny 'til he comin' up out the club +Gonna getcha money when I'm comin' up out the cut +If I catch a nigga slippin', I'mma tell a nigga know that shit +Then I snatch that chain +When he leave his friends, I'mma get him out his ends +And his Benz, make him cash that train +Come out the dark and get the lights on +Turn together, get it up +Take his watch, take his bracelet, take his dust, take his truck +I can't help it to get itchy if I see the nigga ballin' +Nigga yes ya'll then I gotta get a piece of that +Steady figure with the Jacob in the bezel with charm +Well come over hear I got a little heat for that +AK-47 and the Desert Eagle with a sawed-off pump +Got a what, an E-95 with leather grip +And a Mac-11 comin' out the trunk +Got what, a black ski mask and leather gloves +And duct tape I can get what I want +Got what, when the Queen and the Twist ride on them bitches +We don't give a fuck +[Hook] + +Mafuckin USA[Verse 1] +Everything not Illuminati, everything not a evil plot, nah +Everything not the black boulé, sometime people just get shot +Caught up in a random act of violence +Murder over dumb shit +Everything is not connected +Some things are, but you buggin' +You takin' it too far +Stop starin' up at space +Pay attention to life on Earth +You worried about the wrong things +Let's talk legislation, all these laws changing, foreign bankers +Let's talk Proposition 37, let's practice the First Amendment +She say she love when I speak my truth +She search for me her whole life +I tell her, "Go 'head, keep searchin' +'Cause you ain't never gon' find +Another with my balance, my vibration, I resonate" +My pull is magnetic, I'm attractive +But I give more than I hold +[Chorus] +Get some 350s, nine millis, extendo 47s +They want us to all disarm, but we ain't givin' up our weapons (Fuck no) +It's the USA, mafuckin' USA, the US of A +We're black and beautiful, black is powerful +And we all here to stay +Right here in the United States +Mafuckin' USA, the US of A +Look, we are all beautiful, all powerful +All one human race +[Verse 2] +Big up to sistren and brethren around the globe +To sleeping giants have awoken +Life to us is like Play-Doh +We just shape the shit how we want it +Come graduate from that old school +This is higher learning, we past that +Take a leap of faith and just let go +We waitin' for you in the aftermath +Behind The Wizard's curtain +This ain't Kansas for certain +We live in living color +Backstage at the Truman Show +Everything not three dimensions +There's so much more to be seen +Open up your third eye or you gon' miss everything +Then in the middle of all this +I got people with larceny in they heart for me +I must hold down the fortress +Stay alive and stay out the penitentiary +Better wisely choose your battles +Try not to think so small +It's a big psychedelic picture +Better turn your hatred to love, maybe not though +[Chorus] +350s, nine millis, extendo 47s +They want us to all disarm, but we ain't givin' up our weapons (Fuck no) +It's the USA, mafuckin' USA, the US of A +We're black and beautiful, black is powerful +And we all here to stay +Right here in the United States +Mafuckin' USA, the US of A +Look, we are all beautiful, all powerful +All one human race +One love...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +I Can’t Go Like That[Intro: Lil Durk] +Uh, I can't go like that +No, uh, ah, uh, no, I can't go like that +No, I can't go like that +Uh, brr-ah, no +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +I can't go like that +Got a couple thou' then I get a couple shooters +For a couple thou', man, my niggas'll shoot you +Nigga like me, I can't go like that +Nigga like me, I can't go like that +Thousand dollar shoes that I put on my feet +These niggas, they bitches, they ain't really from the streets +These bitches love money and you niggas real cheap +Nigga like me, I can't go like that +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +Everyday not everday, my little niggas'll rob you +Playin' both sides then you get hit with that chopper +All these niggas claimin' that they really in the field +Where I'm from in the field, you gettin' killed +Put ten on a lawyer on the first +I'ma make that money back on a verse +Bitches last, money second, family first (OTF) +Act a ass in that Jag', I'm the worst +And I'm like Tony in my city +Put drug money way before these bitches +Same niggas cookin' chickens turnin' it to pigeons +Well me and you, I can tell you want the difference +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +I can't go like that +Got a couple thou' then I get a couple shooters +For a couple thou', man, my niggas'll shoot you +Nigga like me, I can't go like that +Nigga like me, I can't go like that +Thousand dollar shoes that I put on my feet +These niggas, they bitches, they ain't really from the streets +These bitches love money and you niggas real cheap +Nigga like me, I can't go like that +[Verse 2: Lil Durk] +If I wife a bitch, man, she better be a rider +Cause the feds watchin', buildin' cases, got us tied up +For a couple bricks you'll get you hit or get you tied up +Only the family in my eyes, you can't divide us +Got some old heads tellin' me right +You say I'm snitchin', you just gamblin' with your life +No baseball, my hitters goin' to strike +The D-line open all night +Friends, I don't do that shit +If I fuck her, my squad, they goin' to own that bitch +I'm gettin' money, that mean my niggas rich +Still on the block, that mean I'm nigga rich +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +I can't go like that +Got a couple thou' then I get a couple shooters +For a couple thou', man, my niggas'll shoot you +Nigga like me, I can't go like that +Nigga like me, I can't go like that +Thousand dollar shoes that I put on my feet +These niggas, they bitches, they ain't really from the streets +These bitches love money and you niggas real cheap +Nigga like me, I can't go like that10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Nobody Do it Better Than Us* This was originally supposed to appear on "Notorious K.I.M." +But was only released promotionally as a single +[Lil' Kim] +This is it, this is the one +(That's what I'm talkin' about right here) +Yo Puff I don't think they ready for this one +(They ain't ready baby) +You ready? (No doubt) +Yeah me too (Let's do it) +If gettin' money is a crime then I confess +It ain't about money I could care less +I used to be a B now I'm a C breast +I get em hard you handle the rest +My music like heartburn burn your chest +Like a nigga stick the axe inside your backs +You be like "What the fuck was that shit!" +Gimme some more I love my fans +Gotta make em dance +Would I ever make a whack joint +Not a chance +Show my male friends call me M&M's +Cuz my pussy melt in your mouth and not in your hands +Just a bad girl always rockin' dimes +With the see-who's-stockin' skaters with the Lizzy's +Purpose with the deadbeats +Usually spited by my Goldilocks +While first movin' flocks I'm movin' drops +Cop the Ferrari when I'm roomin' the range +Two of the same it ain't a thang pocket the change +Now I'm just doin' my thing enjoyin' the fame +Why not ain't no other bitches hot in the game +1 - [Lil' Kim Singing] +Nobody do it better than us +Nobody do it better than us +Nobody do it better than us +Nobody do it better than us +Nobody do it better than us +Nobody do it better than us +Lil' Kim yeah everybody knows me +In a class by myself never where the ho's be +I just avoid where all my foes be +Cuz God damn muthafuckas is nosey +Wanna know what I'm wearing +What I'm drivin what I'm doin' +Where I hang out at who the fuck I'm screwin' +Damn I move way out to the boondocks +So I can have a little bit of privacy +You bought a tiny ass condo +Way across the water with a telescope +So you can spy on me +You clowns belong in the circus +Steady tryin' to hurt us +Tell me what's the purpose +They say I'm prejudice +The only presidents that I fuck with +Is the ones that's dead +Like the big heads +Never stingy with my Benji's +Got enough dough to buy the West Indies +Invest in Fendi's own Laurendi's +Start my own doll like Mark & Mindy's +Free all my niggas from the penitentiary +Yea keep puttin' out records till the turn of the century +Repeat 1 +You got a 5 and I got a 6 +Back it up +What's wrong with this picture nigga +Pack it up +I need a 6 figga nigga (uh huh) +Yours is big but mines is bigga +Cuz the Benji's is what it's all about +Do my ladies know what I'm talkin' about +If my shoes cost more than your car +Ha don't expect to get far +You the kinda nigga that like to plot +Call your friends tell em that you hit the jackpot +I keep razors in my bras +For all you womanizers +That's how much I despise it's up +I don't get it I ain't wit it +Can't see how other woman did it +Niggas screamin' gimme +Can't get a penny +Yea I got plenty +But you ain't got any? +Now picture me takin' my hard earned money +Throwin' it away by spendin' it on a dummy +All he gon' do is spend it on another honey +I say let the nigga stay bummy +I don't need a nigga I jerks it out +Take it old school and smurf it out +Give me a B and I'll merk it out +Niggas know QB gon' work it out +Repeat 1 +Nobody +As we proceed to give you what you need +In 2000 baby +And we rock on and on +All hail the Queen +All hail the King +BIG forever and we won't stop + +Hold Down the Block[Chorus: Mark B. Mayfield] +I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot +I gotta use my imagination to change the situation +I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot +I gotta use my imagination to change the situation +[Verse 1: Nas (Mark B. Mayfield)] +Yeah, Feds feast on street dons, look at their teeth showin' +Salivating at the mouth, South to East Orange +Keep pourin' that liquor, but nigga don't sleep on it +You'll be giving up your Jesus piece to your peeps to pawn it +For legal fees in the penal dorm +Screamin' on the horn with 'bout 30 years on your conscience +I'm watchin' brothers disappear, it's appallin' +Some dudes had just only a year of ballin' +Counter-intelligence found a strange evidence +(When the block is hot) +Still we behind the wheel with heat on us, hangin' with predicates +Position we placed in caves in, so they got us caged in +Waves spinnin' like Mike Bivens from New Edition agin' +(I gotta... when the block is hot) +I got families I'm feedin', 'cause my mans is bleedin' +Every five seconds look in all directions +I come through prepared, I give 'em a call +"I'm close, bring them guns downstairs" +[Chorus: Mark B. Mayfield (Nas)] +I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot +I gotta use my imagination to change the situation +I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot (hold it down) +I gotta use my imagination to change the situation +[Verse 2: Nas (Mark B. Mayfield)] +Uh, uh, it's beef week, Monday, murder +Two niggas dead, Tuesday +Wednesday and Thursday is hearse-day +Friday, somebody-gotta-die day +Saturday, put the gat away +Chillin' with your chick and a bag of haze +Wonderin' how it's all gon' end and what type of way +'Cause Sunday back to gunplay +Most shit start over nothin' +And get finished quick ‘cause the art of repercussion +Yeah, I seen it, a G going out indecent (when the block is hot) +Takin' a plea agreement, thinkin' he secret +Escape the crime scene, now you live straight like 9:15 +Then one-time intervene (I gotta hold...) +My man ain't like me sayin' I don't care if I die +But the SIG Sauer on me now I'm scared to die +You thinkin' the one I send to clap you be a shorty +But he old school, holdin' a .38, he in his 40s +[Chorus: Mark B. Mayfield (Nas)] +I gotta hold down the block when the block is hot +I gotta use my imagination to change the situation +I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot (yeah, word to mother) +I gotta use my imagination, to change the situation (yeah) +[Verse 3: Nas (Mark B. Mayfield)] +(I gotta...) Anytime brothers can't get jobs, then they rob +A man rather die than live on his knees and starve +Cops steady askin' your man what happened +First he tell, then he stop, like he not really rattin' +Guess he not really in that casket from a sawed-off +(When the block is hot) +Listen, peep game from the brain of an all-star +The rain hurt niggas' bones who been shot +Metal pins in their leg, they walk with a limp-hop +The streets lie (when the block is hot), so you better be cautious +Your man'll fry you plus everybody talkin' +A vet, a General, don't step where I walked in +Make your own path, be a legend in your skin +(Hold down the block, when the block is hot) +Make your own cash, don't stress what I'm flossin' +Don't expect more when you put in less work than all them +Queensbridge projects has taught him +And that's for life, you heard me right, I got the block +[Outro: Mark B. Mayfield] +When the block is hot, when the block is hot +I gotta use my imagination to change the situation +I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot +I gotta use my imagination to change the situation +I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot +I gotta use my imagination to change the situationEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Lovely[Verse 1] +I love myself I love what I am I love who I is I love Weezy +Lil girl your man your damn kids love Weezy +You gotta love the nigga just because other nigga +And I don't love other niggas But I love other niggas bitches +I love 20-inches on everything I sit in +I love my nappy hair I love the shit I wear +You gotta love the squad-ad girl +If she ain't giving love to the whole squad-ad get outta here +You people love the shit I pop in your ear +You gon love the shit I do to hip-hop this year +You gonna love when I bring it back to the block this year +I represent the Biggie and 'Pac era; you gotta love me +That I know ma love me just cause I got a lot of money +But I love that girl too, but I love that girl too +I let y'all know me and I would love to know you now come on +[Hook x2] +Everything that I love in this world +Has gotta be the greatest thing in this world if I love it cause, I love this, I love that, I love y'all because +Everything in this world is just love +[Verse 2] +I know you probably love the bar, right +You love to live that big dog life +You love to live just like a young'n Weezy by here +And I love to see you do so I love my Coupe blow on them deuce-o's +I love a cute ho and you probably love her all right, girl +He probably love you all your life I love you all night, girl I love an all white pearls +Six with the two pipes barrel kit I love to get it cracking in your girl lips +I love to sip from bill I love to go hard purp-pill +You love that I'm a star and got that work still +Don't get it fucked because I love to work still +And you won't love how the hurt feel +How getting murked feel And I love how getting hurt feel I know you love I got some of it on your shirt ee-yew I need to treat you +As a matter fact I love to cheat you +Don't call me cool Hey, you love me and I love to love you +[Hook x2] +[Verse 3] +I love fast cars I love fast broads I love fast money I love Cash Money +I love a slow cigar I love a slow menage +What you love blower hard +Let's get it cracking money I love to stack my money +You will love to jack my money I love to clap-clap and black-black get back here honey +I love act a plumb-ass when I had a tall glass And that bust your ass in one gulp +I love to shit talk +You love to hear me talking shit on this When Fresh dropping that nasty shit +That old uptown get down CMB classic shit I like to ride around with a plastic fifth +I love to melt ya I love them underground S-Q albums +Haters love to get you twisted But I love the haters cause haters just love twisted +Them bitches love Weezy +My bitch gon love me when I'm busy With T-Rez fleece suit is Jayo nothing busy Squad up +[Hook x4]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +You Da Shit[Hook] +Show em what you got baby +Show em you the shit +Go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna stick, believe that +Fuck these other bitches don’t trip +You’ve been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check +I know you hustle baby, I ain't gotta tell ya +You can give it everything but they take it if you let em +But bills don’t stop so you keep the money coming +Cause you taking care of mama, lil brother, baby cousin +Damn the way you move you’re body girl you know your gonna get it +How the fuck you else you going where the shoe ain't fitted? +Say hi to every hater, take a picture screen saver +Throw the middle finger, tell em bitches see ya later +[Hook] +Now show em what you got girl +Show em you the shit +Go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna stick, you know +Fuck these other bitches don’t trip +You’ve been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check +Then pick up all this money, I know you don’t mind +Go on take it to the back and count every single dime +Go on show em what you got girl +Show em you the shit +Go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna give +With your pretty little buttons you a pretty little flower +So when they talk money, baby tell em talk louder +Cause all that bullshit is smoke signals to the rider +You in it for the commission +Every muthafuckin dollar +The way that body movin’ it’s hard to understand +You ain't never been a bitch to execute without the plan +I ain't never seen a market supply without demand +Fuck credit baby tell em broke niggas stop playing +Gun snooze off, just take them shoes off +Let me get that all, how that body so soft +Cause you know it’s gon count baby if you gon give it +And know it ain't a life if we don’t live it +[Hook] +Baby go on show em what you got girl +Show em you the shit +Go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna stick, yaa diiig! +Fuck these other bitches don’t trip +You’ve been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check +And pick up all this money, I know you on your grind +Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime +Go on show em what you got girl +Show em you the shit +Yeah throw it to the wall, baby something gonna give, ya dig! +You the shit, you the shit +Yeah mami +You the shit, you the shit +Uh huh +You the shit, you the shit +Yeah mami +You the shit +[Hook] +Show em what you got baby +Show em you the shit +Go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna stick, ya dig! +Fuck these other bitches don’t trip +You’ve been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check +And pick up all this money, I know you on your grind +Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime +Go on show em what you got baby +Show em you the shit +Go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna give +[Hook] +Show em what you got baby +Show em you the shit +Go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna stick, ya dig! +Fuck these other bitches don’t trip +You’ve been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check +And pick up all this money, I know you on your grind +Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime +Go on show em what you got baby +Show em you the shit +Go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna give +Hear that5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Dragon 🐉 energy [April 25, 2018]dragon 🐉 energy +Natural born leaders +Very instinctive +Great foresight +(me and Mike 😂) +(and we danced to music Michael all morning) +... +to be great is to be misunderstood +never a master. Always a student. +spread love +... +2024 +... +Free thinkers don't fear retaliation for your thoughts. The traditional thinkers are only using thoughts and words but they are in a mental prison. You are free. You've already won. Feel energized. Move in love not fear. Be afraid of nothing. +You don't have to agree with trump but the mob can't make me not love him. We are both dragon energy. He is my brother. I love everyone. I don't agree with everything anyone does. That's what makes us individuals. And we have the right to independent thought. +If your friend jumps off the bridge you don't have to do the same. Ye being Ye is a fight for you to be you. For people In my life the idea of Trump is pretty much a 50 50 split but I don't tell a Hillary supporter not to support Hillary +I love Hillary too. +I love when people have their own ideas. You don't have to be allowed anymore. Just be. +Love who you want to love. That's free thought. I'm not even political. I'm not a democrat or a republican +And also I'm all the way out the sunken place. And I'm not scared anymore. I'm not scared of the media. I'm not scared of the past and I'm optimistic about the future. This tweet is in love not fear. +with love I am invincible. Truth is subjective but love is the most powerful force in the world and the world needs to express more of it. +I said express love more because we have love but we don't express it. My friend Tmills will always say "I love you" and it used to make me feel weird to hear that. Now I tell everyone I love them. He sparked me to start expressing love more. +When my daughter acts out she actually says afterwards I just want to hear you say I love you more. +no race religion region or political party can argue with the power of love +fear takes strategy Unlearn linear thinking Hit you with these zig zag thoughts +decentralize +burn that excel spread sheet 🔥😂 +Yeezy VC invests in and develops food clothing shelter and communications +my wife just called me and she wanted me to make this clear to everyone. I don't agree with everything Trump does. I don't agree 100% with anyone but myself. +... +I’m nice at ping pong +we got love +my MAGA hat is signed 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 +I'm so happy to hear that Peter Thiel would like to take a meeting. I feel very optimistic about the future. +[Kanye 2024 pic] +[Donald Trump reply pic] +[Tmills sms pic] +... +whenever someone mentions the word "fan" to me it's super manipulative. It's like "don't do or say this because of your fans" My fans are fans of themselves. +And any fan of me wants Ye to be Ye even when they don't agree because I represent the fact that they can be themselves even when people don't agree with them. Drops mic 🎤Yeezy shrug 🤷‍♂️ +[Anthony Chance SMS] +let's move in love not fear +Love is the most powerful force in the universe +Claudio Silverstein is a free thinker +Claudio will be awesome when me and Chance build new homes in Chicago +Obama was in office for eight years and nothing in Chicago changed. +can't wait to meet +caption this photo +2 of my favorite people +[Donald Trump tweet] + +Supa Luv[Intro: Jean Grae] +Supa Luv (Watcha say, watcha say now?) +Supa Luv (Supa Luv baby, Supa Luv baby) +Supa Luv (It's Supa Luv baby) +(Come on. 9th Wonder) +[Verse 1: Jean Grae] +Well you see +I was a skeptic, hesitant, even when he said +(She's the closest thing to an angel I've ever seen) +Uh huh, yeah right +I've heard that line before +It always carried some ill intent for sure +But then he said it some more +Pretend I've never been in love, I'm not getting sprung +But I could miss it—he could be the one +No one better and he could make me believe that +(She's a lady to the extreme) +About Jean, I'm 'bout to +Call my family, be like, "I met him mom! Wedding's on!" +Ready to party, but instead I'm calm +Surface, though, all fireworks, wired-up espresso +His expressiveness is in the presence of ever—let's go +Chill in the tropics drinking rum punch, One Love +Singing it over lunch, he got me, love guns out, dunny +My luck's been out, feel me? +It done run south, left me a ton of doubt +It's never fun getting the run-around (uh-uh) +Was never one to be wooed easy, I bruise easy +When dudes leave me I get boozed up, they don't trust me +He freaking speech, though, and I'm drinking ghost lager +A teensy-more-than-moderate feeling you both gotta +Feeling your clothes cause you're appealing and you're really close +Thinking of stashing you up in my pocket, being ghost +Check it, I'm long-legged—we could wreck my dorm mattress +You could be my new partner, heart, baby—my new fetish +[Hook: Jean Grae] +A Supa Luv for Jean +Could you be the Supa Luv for me? +I'm looking for the one in all my dreams +Could you be my +(Supa Luv) I need a +(Supa Luv) I want a +(Supa Luv) I gotta +(Supa Luv) Find him +[Verse 2: Jean Grae] +This one's different, though (Oh?) +Step to me dancing, hand in my back pants +And dance in the back, pantin' +Same line, way fine, he from the Cayman Islands +And my waistline he trace, fine and I flutter my eyelids—I'm +Drinking Patron shots—so much the floor shake +Loving every bit of him—he's sputtering the rhythm and +Buttering Grae's ego with the clean-cut pimp-lean +Strutter with the clip clean, gutter slang—"I think I love he!" +Picture us lovely playing games—he's hugging me +Staying engaged two weeks, eloping out the country +He's so special, not a stalk of potential in him +Y'all, did I mention he's a tall drink of water? Sinkin' +Into me mentally, intensely feeling him +Intentionally sipping Hennessy—let's leave the building +Then we can build more—he's so hot +He could father my children plus he told me I got +(I got a) +[Hook: Jean Grae] +A Supa Luv for Jean (Just for me, baby) +Could you be the Supa Luv for me? (That's what I'm looking for) +I'm looking for the one in all my dreams +Could you be my +(Supa Luv) +(Supa Luv) +(Supa Luv) +(Supa Luv) +[Verse 3: Jean Grae] +Hey, hey +What's your name and how you maintain, huh? +(Hmmm...) You don't say a word +I like you too—like to invite you to a party in my pants +Okay, that was just rude—let's dance (sorry) +For seven long hours, spottin' gems, droppin 'em back +Like I'm bleached on the block again, rock—holla! (Holla!) +Pop my collar. There was the brother with the drop Impala +The hot model—you could spot his pet piranha +Bet I was sweating; you know better—I'm swearing, your honor (I swear!) +I'd never let him get the better of me but the problem: +He's got those words that block my curves +Get my nerves boxed up 'til I'm impossibly slurred. I gotta +Stop before I vomit. And if the cops occurred +It would be drama. And, plus, my warrant's absurd +It's time to go home, go alone, chill, and relax +But wait, there's the first brother grilling me back +(Heyyyy...) +[Hook: Jean Grae] +A Supa Luv for Jean (Where's the Supa Luv for me? Baby, come on) +Could you be the Supa Luv for me? (And I'm going somewhere again today) +I'm looking for the one in all my dreams +Could you be my +(Supa Luv) I want a +(Supa Luv) I need a +(Supa Luv) I gotta find me [?] now +(Supa Luv) Come on +[Outro: Jean Grae] +A Supa Luv, a Supa Luv, it's just a Supa Luv—hey! +Will and Joe got a Supa Luv—hey! +[?] and Trina got a Supa Luv—hey! +I know some couples with a Supa Luv—hey! +I got a Supa Luv, I got a Supa Luv +I can't tell you 'bout my Supa Luv cause it's not that time of the album yet—keep listening, beotch! +Wednesday. Wednesday (What day is it, man?) +Yo, it's muthafuckin' Wednesday (Honey, what day is it?) +I said, "It's muthafuckin' Wednesday, homie!" + +The Abbot (Interlude)[Skit: RZA] +The ol' abbot 'n shit, y'knahmean? +You gotta sit still, after a while, knahmsayin? +But as long as he keep the fire burnin +Any spark, he can he can touch another fire +He can spark another person, another person +That's why you see in the kung-fu flicks +You see the abbot, you know +That he don't come back to fight the villain +He get a student, he train a student for that job + +Clue Shit![ Intro - 50 Cent talking ] +You know Clue man, I'm tryin' to holler at this bitch right and I'm like +Yeah, I told her I write music for a living +And she's like need I say yeah, my name is 50 Cent +And she said "oh you 50 Cent, you know I love your music +I listen to DJ Clue, I hear your music all the time" +And I'm like yeah, this bitch on my dick +I love this music shit, man, this shit is the shit right here, man +Hey yo, but I seen you in that black Escalade, Clue +And I seen your boy Skane in that silver 745 boy +Man, ya'll playin' hardball like a motherfucker +See me I switch up hoopties cause niggas pay niggas to shoot me +You know how it is in the hood +Dead men don't hear no applause +Don't men don't go off on tours +Dead men don't accept no awards +50 that thought you was dead kid, kid +[ Hook ] - 2X +50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker +I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker +Niggas thought they got me +9, 9 shells couldn't stop me +I "Hit 'Em Up" worse than Pac, watch me +[ Verse 1 ] +I don't hesitate to pull out the Burna nigga +I stick my snub nose in shit, that don't concern a nigga +I'm the reason that Coupe, ain't got no top +I'm the reason that Rouger, ain't got no shots +And when I squeeze, I tend to keep on squeezin' +If your lucky, you can run, and keep on breathin' (yeah) +When my knife hit ya windpipe and you start wheezin' (huh) +You put your hand over the hole, and it gonna stop the breathin' (woo) +I am what I am, and I ain't gonna change +My 5th clip loaded to the tip, I'll blow out ya brains +Trust me, I'm not what you used to homie (grrr) +You little faggot, I'll tell ya fuckin' boss to blow me (uh huh) +I'm puttin' pressure on you, you payin' the pump (yeah) +About to die like a man, but you live like a chump (uh huh) +I only walk wit a limp, when I walk wit a pump +I can't wait to see you scatter, when I pull out and dunk ya (TAKE THAT) +[ Hook ] +50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker (uh huh) +I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker (I'm back) +Niggas thought they got me +9, 9 shells couldn't stop me +I "Hit 'Em Up" worse than Pac, watch me (do it up nigga) +50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker +I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker (uh huh) +Niggas thought they got me +9, 9 shells couldn't stop me +I "Hit 'Em Up" worse than Pac, watch me +[ Outro - 50 Cent talking ] +This time, I'm gonna hit 'em harder (harder, harder) +This time, I'm gonna hit 'em harder (harder, harder) +50 Cent (50 Cent), G-Unit (G-Unit) +DJ Clue (DJ Clue), Early (Early) +(Yo I'm over here chillin' wit my man 50 Cent) (50 Cent) +Damn, (we both from Queens) +That's hot man, rewind that (you know what I'm sayin') +(Hey, ya'll niggas cannot stop Queens) (WOO)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Shoot Me Down[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Open up your hearts, people +Page one, chapter one, verse motherfucking one +Yeah, uh-huh +I'm drinking hot tea, bitch +Feel me +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, now if you let me, you won't regret me +Shit, if you let me, you won't forget me +Remember? And if you don't then ponder +Hold up, bow! bow! there's a reminder +I ain't kinda hot, I'm sauna +I sweat money, and the bank is my shower +Haha, and that pistol is my towel +Haha, so stop sweating me, coward +And I would die for ours +Ride for hours, supply the flowers +This is history in the making +Now shut the fuck up and let me make it +[Chorus: D. Smith & Lil Wayne] +Please don't shoot me down, 'cause I'm flying +I'm flying, I'm higher +Please don't shoot me down +'Cause I'm flying, I'm higher +I swear this tea is at a real good temperature right now +So am I, yeah, yeah +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I spit Alcatraz bars, I know +And D-boys is the only Alphabet Boys I know +Got a .380 on my waist and Rambo back home +No more bandana 'round my dome, bandana in my right pocket +Bitch, I'm grown, fuck what you on +Now, watch me stand on the world as I sit in a throne +And if I jump, I'ma fly and look into the eagle's eye +And see, I am nothing like you, why? +Bitch, see, it gets me how nothing gets me or get to me +And if you shootin' for the stars, then just shoot me +But your bullets don't reach Mars +Paws, claws, because I'm a beast, I'm a dog +I'll get you, my picture should be in the dictionary +Next to the definition of "Definition" +Because repetition is the father of learnin' +And son, I know your barrel burnin', but— +[Chorus: D. Smith] +Please don't shoot me down, 'cause I'm flying +I'm flying, I'm higher +Please don't shoot me down +'Cause I'm flying, I'm higher +Ayy, I'ma talk to my daddy +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Papa, I did it to 'em! I'm a bastard! +And I'ma do it again, like "nigga" backwards +These niggas backwards, but they behind us +Now, watch me get high, like, time's up +Nah, D., bring the drums back +And watch me hit 'em where they lungs at, like that +I get respect 'cause if I don't, I'ma take it +I see your boys hating, and I see your girls naked +Drum, sound like a naked gun, switch clips with my thumb +Then, I pop another clip in and aim at his vision +'Cause Wayne is his vision, 'cause Wayne is the mission +I'm aiming at a mirror +[Chorus: D. Smith & Lil Wayne] +Please don't shoot me down, 'cause I'm flying +I'm flying, I'm higher +And I've done it before +Please don't make me do it no more +Please don't shoot me down +'Cause I'm flying, I'm higher +Watch me soar +Where the fuck is my guitar? Now roar +Ohhhhhhhhhh +Please don't shoot me down, 'cause I'm flying +I'm flying, I'm higher20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Dirty Game (Remix)Its a dirty game +(...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Halloween[Intro] +Halloween (Halloween, Halloween) +Boosie Badazz (Boosie Badazz, Boosie Badazz) +Too many people got on meth +That's why I call it Halloween +[Hook] +Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween +So many niggas wearing masks +Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween +So many hoes turn nasty +Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween +You was my nigga dog, what happened? +Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween +[Verse 1] +Went to the corner store +Junkie asking for some dollars but he ain't even broke +This Halloween +Seen a nigga do his boy wrong, nigga had a mask on +Smiled in his face, he left the house now his stash gone +Police got a mask on, bitches blast Mike Brown +Niggas say they real but talk like bitches with tights on +Niggas wearing masking, lights on, you better notice +Hoes cut throat you at work tryna get a promotion +Seen Casper the ghost, run off with the package +Used to run with Michael Myers til that bitch start ratting +I thought I had a bad bitch, I really did like her man +But she was hooked to everybody, she's Spiderman +[Hook] +Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween +So many niggas wearing masks +Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween +So many hoes turn nasty +Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween +You was my nigga dog, what happened? +Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween +[Verse 2] +Ain't it funny how money could change a man soft +Money making rich with the bricks, they knocked his ass off +Junior was my pass dog, niggas stole my drawers off +Nigga had a mask on I thought you were my dog, dog +Bitch got my dog fucked up and it's hurting me +Thought she was a saint, the whole time she had HIV +Damn that's a mask you can't take off when it's on ya +Ran with Jason now that nigga a cluckhead on the corner +Come on dog let's be a realist, what happened to the real clique +Half of the niggas I ran with hating on me now, real shit +It's hard to find a real bitch, been hurt one too many times +Bitch say she ain't thinking about my money? Hoe you fucking lying +[Hook] +Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween +So many niggas wearing masks +Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween +So many hoes turn nasty +Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween +You was my nigga dog, what happened? +Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, HalloweenEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +​skyscrapers (love now, cry later)[Producer Tag] +J-J-Jayyeah +[Chorus] +Hotel rooms and skyscrapers +I got a new pair of shoes to impress her +She fell in love with the devil, the worst +Love now, cry later, it hurts +Hotel rooms and skyscrapers +I got a new pair of shoes to impress her +She fell in love with the devil, the worst +Love now, cry later, it hurts +[Bridge] +Love now, cry later, cry later +But, I always take the chance +But, I always take the chance +If I could save her +If I could save her +She said she got other plans, damn +[Chorus] +Hotel rooms and skyscrapers +I got a new pair of shoes to impress her +She fell in love with the devil, the worst +Love now, cry later, it hurts +Hotel rooms and skyscrapers +I got a new pair of shoes to impress her +She fell in love with the devil, the worst +Love now, cry later, it hurts24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Freestyle 4 (Demo)[Intro] +This that rap god shit nigga +I rip every one of these mothafuckas down, ayy +Rah, rah, rah +Rah, rah +[Verse] +Closed eyes, see things +Fire up, tweaking +You in my freak dreams +You in my freak dreams +Bad bitch, you dig that +Get stacks, drive cars +Whip out, bitch out +Tits out, oh shit +My dick out, can she suck it right now? +Fuck, can she fuck right now? +I done asked twice now +Can you bring your price down? +Lil Boosie with the wipe down +A little woozy but I'm nice now +What the fuck right now? +What the fuck right now? +What the, what the fuck right now? +What if we fuck right now? +What if we fucked right in the middle +Of this mothafuckin' dinner table? +What if we fucked at this Vogue party? +Would we bе the life of the wholе party? +Shut down the whole party +Would everybody start fuckin'? +Would everybody start fuckin'? +Would everybody start fuckin'? +They don't want nothin' +You mothafuckas livin' like half of your level, half of your life +I smack her on her ass if she ghetto, I ain't gon' lie +We be in the bathroom fuckin' like "Baby, don't get too loud!" +I can, I can see it, yeah +[Outro] +I need you right now, I need you right now +I need you right now, I need you right now +I need you right now, need you right now +I need you right now, I need you right now +Need you right now, I need you right now + +At the Door[Intro] +Ooh, Big Head on the beat +Lil Pump +Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh +This is CB's beats +[Chorus] +I be, I be drippin' head to toe +Everywhere I fuckin' go +I drop forty racks a show +I could go flex on your ho +I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door +I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door +I be drippin' head to toe +Everywhere I fuckin' go +I drop forty racks a show +I could go flex on your ho +I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door +I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door +[Verse] +I got junkies at the door +I could serve you two for four +I could serve you couple Xans +I could feed your bitch some coke +Yeah, my Uzi automatic +Make your grandma do a backflip +Yeah, that .45 do that magic +Yeah, my wrist do that gymnastics +Got a bust down on my wrist +It look like I took a piss +So you cannot tell me shit +Make your auntie do a flip +Yeah, I'm drinkin' Molly water +While I'm fuckin' on your daughter +Bitch, I'm bustin' at your father +Call me Lil Pump Vince Carter +[Chorus] +I be, I be drippin' head to toe +Everywhere I fuckin' go +I drop forty racks a show +I could go flex on your ho +I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door +I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door +I be drippin' head to toe +Everywhere I fuckin' go +I drop forty racks a show +I could go flex on your ho +I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door +I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door +[Outro] +I be drip, I be drip, I be drip +I be, I be drippin' head to toe +Everywhere I fuckin' go +I drop forty racks a show +I could go flex on your ho +I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door +I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +No quitter Go Getta[Intro] +Michael Phelps, this for you, baby! +[Verse 1] +I'm goin' for the gold, my heart is in control +My mind is on succeed and I am in the lead +Don't buy into the schemes, the science or strategy +Just giant N-U-Ts brings triumph and belief +I'm a lion or a dean, inspired by the green +Never tired or fatigued, never defiant to my team +Never lying on the thing until I'm lying on the thing +Hooked to wires and things; I'ma die as a king +If I don't do it now, I'ma try it again +And when I do accomplish it, I'ma try it again +I'm a riot, insane; I'm a lion, my mane +Hangs down to my strings and they're tied to the game +I stay dry when it rain, I'm tired of the fame +Got everything to gain and I'm proud of the pain +The pride and the plain, the wise and the strange +Denied by the sane; besides, we're the same +Who's guiding the train? Who's flyin' the plane? +Who's driving the lane? Who dies when it bang? +Who fires when it bang? Who lies in the aim? +Two lives in the drain; who cries when they sang? +You hide but you can't; you high but you ain't +I advise you to think; you'll find what you can't +Revive what you taint, survive what you paint +Super-size what you shrank: the fries and the drank +Admired as a saint, defined by my rank +Combined with my strength, my time and my length +I'ma iron out the kinks; yes, I'm on the brink +And in the eye of my wink, I'ma retire in the bank +[Chorus] +Yeah, and I'm no quitter +'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta +And I'm no quitter +'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta +Yeah, I'm gon' get it, I'm gon get it +Yeah, I'm gon' get it, yeah +'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta +[Verse 2] +Victory consistantly +Train all year to be the enemy's misery +No stress visibly, neither does it enter me +I think positively; you can't harm me mentally +Not physically, not spiritually; you'll never get rid of me +I am the epitome of "this is what you did to me" +Nothin's what you did for me, nothin's what you give to me +I take whatever I'm visualizing, now break all of the limiting +Now shake all of the gimicking, the fakery, the trickery +"Nurse, how sick is he?" "Worse, I am sickening!" +I'll be at the finish line first, "how quick is he?" +I'ma make sure they mention me for the next century +I ain't with the bickering, I am full of dignity +I am full of energy, pull out the inner me +Or bull after dinner meat, I stood in the winter heat +It could be the end of me, but good be defending me +[Chorus] +Yeah, and I'm no quitter +'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta +And I'm no quitter +'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta +Yeah, I'm gon' get it, I'm gon get it +Yeah, I'm gon' get it, yeah +'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta +[Verse 3] +I'm allergic to cheatin' +I hate failure and I'm in love with achievement +Above and beneath it, a hug when I greet it +My eyes on the prize and I love when I seek it +Done with the speakin', begun with the preachin' +Now pray, until I am one with the deacon +Now play, until I have won whatever we win +I play, until I have won, and then I re-win +[Chorus] +Yeah, and I'm no quitter +'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta +And I'm no quitter +'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go getta +Yeah, I'm gon' get it, I'm gon get it +Yeah, I'm gon' get it, yeah +'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm a go gettaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +We Hood Rich Now[Intro] +Yo +What up kid +2009 shit right here +Back out the bing son +Uh +Feels real nice +Let's do this (Spark it) +Yeah yeah +Woo +[Verse 1] +Yo +This pain ain't nothing I feel +Than what I felt when I was selling out +Out on the strip, crack dealt +The knocks rolled, chicks yelped, my momma said help +Judge hit me with a two-to-four +My life got shelfed +Back out the bing now, doing for self +My seeds want daddy back, that's why daddy pack +Baby mom screams like she's all that +Give her stacks she (?) +Like I sold drugs now I do rap +Hood rich, do rag +Too bad, you mad +Still my pen pop off +Two pass, my crew move (?) +Golden ass +Golden glass +Something could get stolen real fast +Niggas who be holding cash +Hood rich, quick go get masks +Fly whips, drove 'em and crashed +And honeys is all that +Ride poles and laugh +[Hook] +We hood rich now +We hood rich now +We hood rich now +We hood rich now +We hood rich now +We hood rich now +Uh +[Verse 2] +Coordinate +Get my life straight +Don't exaggerate +Meditate +Stretch the weight +Step in the gate +Kept in they face +Slept in their state +Cappachino the great +Get cake, get chicks +Get bricks, get new kicks +I don't play tricks its hood rich +Cut a nigga if he ever should snitch +Honeys, love 'em good and thick +We give 'em good stick +This the hood shit +The floss and the royalty, love and all this +How you call this +Me and my baby mothers veggies and all fish +(?) on all gifts +Tough drugs, tough hugs, tough lugs +And can't nobody do it like us 'cause +[Hook] +We hood rich now +We hood rich now +We hood rich now +We hood rich now +We hood rich now +We hood rich now +UhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Destiny Bends (Paul Walker Tribute)[Intro: RZA] +Yea, I wanna dedicate this song to my friend Paul Walker +Up in the studio last night +Writing for myself +I decided to write a song for you +Peace brother +[Verse 1: Will Wells] +Every time I think about you all I see is your smile +And your bright blue eyes +Thanks for the time and the smiles +You shared with me +How you equally respected my art and talked to me +A young father just learning what it takes to be… a man +Sharing time with your daughter, you had a plan +To drive in the wind, surf on the seas +Realizing the love for a woman who becomes +A mother exists… and I see +How can this be? You were set free from your worries +Now you are gone in the breeze +Gone in the trees +I thought we had another day to smile and laugh +In the wind, how can it end? +I’m grateful to meet you, may we meet again +Paul, my friend +[Hook: Will Wells] +On that highway +Where heaven +Begins +I lost a friend… +[Bridge: Will Wells] +But destiny +Bends, bends +But destiny bends +Yea, it bends +I lost a friend +Friend… +On that highway to heaven +[Verse 2: Will Wells] +You will drive in the wind +And you’ll surf in the seas +Oh how can this be? +You were set free from your worries +Now you are gone in the breeze +Gone in the trees +Your soul is set free +I thought we had another day to smile and to laugh +In the wind, how can it end? +I’m thankful to meet you, may we meet again +Paul, my friend +Paul, my friend +[Hook] + +United Nations[Hook] +Ah, I got big bags of paper I’mma spend +We gon' do it how we do it, then do the shit again +You should fuck with a winner bitch if you wanna win +We’re celebrating like a nigga home fresh out the pen +[Verse 1] +I’m on, bitches all on my John +To get bread and don’t blow bread, the fuck is the point +Call me Elroy, I be on some Jetson shit +Pop a x and the blue pill then wreck a bitch +I like it raw, uh baby, uh baby, I like it raw +Take a chill pill bright and early tomorrow +The morning after, plan b, no kids involved +Please no kids involved +I put that money in the vault bitch usain bolt +Progress…make a deal then blow mills for real +Time’s a wasting, you watching my watch, ha +You old school, huh, jocking my style +[Hook] +I don’t give a flying fuck, I always make bail +Motherfuck an award, check Forbes, i’m there +Not once, every year +Even when I take a break, my pockets is in shape +I’m back off a vacation +Can you believe it, I been getting paid on vacation +Yeah, i’ma keep niggas forever hating +They thought i’m going down +Now look, i’m levitating +I’m with Deepak meditating +In Somalia & Kenya with United Nations +Funding the world food program +Finna solve world hunger, god damn +[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Guarding the Gates[Chorus] +Everybody, everybody wants to know +Where you're goin' to, what you're runnin' from +What you're goin' through, where you're comin' from +What you're goin' through, where you're comin' from +Everybody, everybody wants to know +What you're gonna do, where you're goin' to +'Cause they wanna come, where I'm showin' you +Yes, they wanna come, where I'm showin' you +[Post-Chorus] +All that you can be is a spectacle +Following after every single miracle +Watch them marvel at all the joy you have +But they're too important to have all the joy you have +What a tragedy, you can laugh at me (You can laugh at me) +You can laugh at me (You can laugh at me) +But I'm in love +Yes, I'm in love +[Chorus] +Don't you wish you had real love? +Yes, I'm in love +[Verse 1] +Tryna fix myself for society +Tryna mix myself for society +But can you tell me, where is love in anxiety? +Can you tell me, where is love in anxiety? +What you say to me, I don't mind at all +What you say to me, I don't really care at all +'Cause I'm in love +[Refrain] +Don't you wish you had real love? +I know you do +Yes, I'm in love +[Verse 2] +Watch them speculate on the life you live +Watch them try to hate all the love you give +All the love you give +[Verse 3] +Everybody, everybody wants to know +Where you're goin' to, 'cause they wanna come +Or so they think until they find the cost of it +'Til they find out, find out what you lost for it +And I'd do it all again +'Cause I found love +'Cause I found love +[Refrain] +Don't you wish you had real love? +I know you do +Yes, I'm in love +[Chorus] +Everybody, everybody wants to know +Where you're goin' to, what you're runnin' from +What you're goin' through, where you're comin' from +What you're goin' through, where you're comin' from +Everybody, everybody wants to know +What you're gonna do, where you're goin' to (Where you're goin' to) +'Cause they wanna come (Wanna come), where I'm showin' you (Showin' you) +Yes, they wanna come, where I'm showin' you (Showin' you) +[Post-Chorus] +All that you can be is a spectacle +Following after every single miracle (Miracle) +Watch them marvel at (Marvel at) all the joy you have (Joy you have) +But they're too important to have all the joy you have (To have all) +What a tragedy (Tragedy), you can laugh at me (You can laugh at me) +You can laugh at me (You can laugh at me) +But I'm in love +Yes, I'm in love +[Refrain] +Don't you wish you had real love? +I know you do +Yes, I'm in love +[Verse 4] +So what you say to me, I don't even mind at all (What you say to me) +What you say to me, I don't even care at all (What you say to me, I don't even care) +'Cause I'm in love +[Refrain] +Don't you wish you had real love? +I know you do +Don't you wish you had real love? +Ooh-ooh, ooh +Ooh +[Bridge] +These broken thoughts are in my mind +Can't let 'em get down in there +Can't let 'em get down in there +These broken thoughts are in my mind +Can't let 'em get down in there +Can't let 'em get down in there +'Cause I need real love (Guard) +(Guarding) +I need real love (Guarding) +[Outro] +I'm guarding, guarding the gates, ayy +(The gates) +(Guard, guarding) +Oh, I'm guarding my gates + +American Pimp[Intro: Median] +Yo, yes, mic check 1-2, yo... +[Verse 1: Median] +The locks and the darkness are making him a target, heh +Average-lookin nigga so he had to work the hardest +His gears no frills, far from flawless +But rich personality that balanced him to get up in the draws quick +Charming wit, flip escape from the lawn shit +Slick jake 'til they slip, fade if they saw the kid +Up in system with the court-appointed lawyers and they +Fightin for the state, he's gettin played by the law again +Minimum wage, behave, he can't call it +But who could spare the change for blaze or alcoholic, heh? +And who cares if they say they change while they ballin here +Rock bottom, livin by the ledge, why they bothered him? +Then they followed him, now they callin him +The evils came and they jaded and they taunted him +Fathered him in ways of no shame, erased his honest and re- +Placed it with the game for anything to make a dollar here +Now we outta here... +[Verse 2: Jean Grae] +She's got, two baby daddies at the age of 12, wake up motel +Calls in the morning when her face is swell, the lake is runnin +From it, the jakes are coming, stunning develop +She's livin strictly off her tounge and her talent +Her mother's base and off-balance +Fuck relations with parents, around the way she's embarrased +So she escapes it on the train with the carat, she's sellin +Her whole character, chocolate skin malomar +Complexion of Africa untainted, painted as a whore +Lacked guidance so she back-slided, back side get +Claps like them automatics hidden in her man's ride +I mean her pimp's, right? Never leave his bitch alone +'Cept when she's suckin and moanin and beatin whips, he gone +Leave her fend for herself, she's known as Nikki +Them pedophiles been picking her quick cause she young and pretty +Them middle-aged crackers just happy, suckin her titties +One time to spare the honky trick, he paid a buck and fifty +So, she does it for the kids and Similac, Pampers, and Gerber +Pack in Tuesday, found her murdered in an alley gagged +So who's to blame for this, death? The child nameless +Reckless and wild Americans style, no village claiming us, why? + +No No No (The Splash)[Intro: sample (Ghostface Killah)] +We-we-we sound and tell the people +About the musical disc coming your way! +(Buck-bu-bu-buck! Brrr-bu-bu-buck! +Ghostface Killah!) +[Ghostface Killah] +I'd love to make you happy, buy an island off Miami +Feed your mother and your family, my wildest fantasies +Take place, overlooking real high mountains +They wrote our name in the sky, see baby, we bout it! +This is all us, Adam and Eve if you want +This time, we respect God's work from the jung' +That's all you ever said, Ghost fed, many heads +Broke dead, I'm going bald, girl, I can't grow dreads +Kiana told Deb, on the moped +CiCi Vet on the beach steps give me slow neck +She's lyin', she be on X +She's tired, she a house wreck (that's right) +Don't buy it, tell me why you said that ("Cause you left me...") +I never left you, you left me +You thought if you break out from the kids, you'll be stress free +Talkin' bout it, baby, you my first lady +You let me suck up on them nipples +When I get cranky, and taste your kitty +So girl, won't you on come back down to Earth +Once you land on the Rock, you gonna always see a dirt +Face first, they the worst, they searched and searched +And the worst, don't it hurt, my love, stay alert +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] +Two things that you can't touch: My money, my girl +The he-say and she-say could fuck up your world +Playa-haters, perpetrators, house-breakers +Can you see the fact that nigga try'nna live life? +I was raised in a jungle, and stumbled on hills +And didn't nobody ask me on how did I feel +But that sugar and my spice, that's wife +She's my lady, and we just wanna live right, uh +[Outro: sample (Ghostface Killah)] +Tell the people, tell the people... +Tell the people, tell the people... +Tell the people, tell the people... +Tell the people, tell the people... +No, no, no... you don't love me and I know now... +No, no, no... you don't love me, yes, I know now... +Tell the people (I see you) +Tell the people (I see you) +No, no, no... I'll do anything for... + +Dont I[Hook: Lil Durk] +I be off them drugs, dont I +I hang with the thugs, dont I +Just like the carpet pulled, dont I +I be in the latex, dont I +I fuck the baddest hoes, dont I +I do 30k a show, dont I +So name one thing you dont like +I can name a couple things, yo type, yeahhh +[Bridge: Lil Durk] +Don’t like, don't like, don't like, don't like, don't like yeah +Don’t like, don't like, don't like, don't like, don't like yeah +Don’t like, don't like, don't like, don't like, don't like yeah +No lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +I Remember that summer +Me and J Munna had no money +Only thing that we had +Was a dollar and a dream +Some lean and that burner +Take a nigga down +For that 1400 +Spend it on guns +For all the opp niggas +And i miss all of my niggas +Spending nigga shit +Tweak with my niggas +(Wait) I remember Chino +Told me they exposed you +If you know me +Can't a nigga hold you +I'ma Shed love +Like im supposed to +These niggas dont owe you +And i dont owe a nigga shit +Ima let a nigga know how i roll +300,OTF is who im rolling with +Pop out the cut +We fucking shit up +We do what i do +Catch a opp nigga +Now the block is named after you +We dont lie on these tracks +I'ma get money +You fucking with me +I'ma put that on jmunna nigga (Bow) +[Hook: Lil Durk] +I be off them drugs, dont I +I hang with the thugs, dont I +Just like the carpet pulled, dont I +I be in the latex, dont I +I fuck the baddest hoes, dont I +I do 30k a show, dont I +So name one thing you dont like +I can name a couple things, yo type, yeahhh +[Bridge: Lil Durk] +Don’t like, don't like, don't like, don't like, don't like yeah +Don’t like, don't like, don't like, don't like, don't like yeah +Don’t like, don't like, don't like, don't like, don't like yeah +No lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie +[Verse 2: Hypno Carlito] +Shady shit I dont like +Shawty let me go and get a go light +She wanna give me top and i dont mind +I got durk and Chop thats more tight +I go super hard nigga Dont I +And dont like +My gift is a gold mine +Wait, ive been wanting this my whole life +He can't talk he a broke guy +I dont trust these niggas +Dont fuck with these niggas +Better watch who you fucking with +There go Carlito on some other shit +Beating up Chop beat on some drummer shit +Told you motherfuckers it was over wit +I drop bombs like a soldier bitch +I love drugs, love rolling shit +Niggas try to pull it ima open shit +Call Lil Varney, Varney Scoping Shit +Hey, I didn't flip motherfucker +Still the same hip motherfucker +63rd, late for rent motherfucker +Shout out folks +He'll kill a motherfucker +If you real, you don't gotta say your real motherfucker +Shout out folks +He'll will kill a motherfucker +If you real, You don't gotta say your real motherfucker +[Hook: Lil Durk] +I be off them drugs, dont I +I hang with the thugs, dont I +Just like the carpet pulled, dont I +I be in the latex, dont I +I fuck the baddest hoes, dont I +I do 30k a show, dont I +So name one thing you dont like +I can name a couple things, yo type, yeahhh +[Bridge: Lil Durk] +Don’t like, don't like, don't like, don't like, don't like yeah +Don’t like, don't like, don't like, don't like, don't like yeah +Don’t like, don't like, don't like, don't like, don't like yeah +No lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Kisha[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] +Got a early call from Kisha, Kisha wanted me to meet her +She said she thought it was time to make the relationship get deeper +Said cool then I'm gon' beep ya +What would be a good time to reach ya +She said what about ten but l thought eleven would be sweeter +Cuz she wanted me to see her, said I needed a teaser +But shit who got the keys to my Beamer +I rolled me up a blunt and got the Cristal out the freezer +I hopped in the two seater, left Nae-Nae with Macita +Vroooom speed up run faster than a cheetah +Only thing on my mind is how l'm gone get all in this cheap slut +Should I use a rubber cause I heard she was a freak but +They say she keep it cleaned up, but I don't want HIV bruh +I drop my top on da drop-top (I'm bout ready to meet her), her name's on my beeper +I called her on the Nokia +And told her come pick me up +As soon as I got in the house she got on her knees and grabbed my penis +Ate it up like some peanuts +I said "oooohhhh Kisha" +Chopped off like a millimeter +She drunk it like a 2 liter +She blow like a pro, oh no I got to keep her +Told her l'd be back about eleven I'm gone creep her +But don't go you to sleep, I got some more meat to feed ya +[Verse 2: Turk] +Now I'm hot, I wonder what's up with Kisha tonight +I'm gone give her a call, see if it's alright +For me to dip through, she said it's all gravy +First I got to get somebody to watch my baby +(Baby) it's all good, I'll be there in a minute +But she didn't know I knew Wayne was already hittin' it +Soon as I pull up I see my dog runnin out +He saw me peepin at him, but he didn't open his mouth +Soon as he pulled off +I knocked on the door +Sayin to myself look at this dog ass ho +Its cool what you do +You know I like my shit sucked +For you to swallow the cum and put ice on my nuts +Caught my nut, now I'm up +I'm gone holla at ya Kittie +I got studio tonight, me and da H B'eezeys +I can't be late, I'm gon' see ya when I could +Hit Juve on the hip, let him know it was all good +[Verse 3: Juvenile] +Ooohh Oooh there she go, on the way to the corner store +Lil Turk let me know, we done fucked the same bitch before +Say lil mama where you headed, she told me forget it +Hop in the back seat of my car and she spread it +Say baby slow down I don't wanna fuck ya first +I want you to suck on my dick until my nuts will burst +She was a fool with it +She said she had a good teacher she went to school with it +Cuz she knew what to do with it +I didn't want the bitch to have my car all smellin +So I took her in the alley with some K Y Jelly +Pull your shorts and your draws down to your knees +Put the rubber on the dick handle that please +I hit it she sucked it +Hit it she sucked it and sucked it +I got tired of the pussy and mouth and I said fuck it +Hey ho, I gotta ride +My baby moma beepin me and she stay way on the other side +I hit B.Geezy on the celly +And told him that the bitch was all good up in the alley +Not the telly +[Verse 4: B.G.] +This ho don't know I know she fucked three of my dogs +I caught her walkin out the alley down by the mall +She fucked Wayne, Juve, Turk, I know she ain't got no walls +But they told me she'd do a damn job on the balls +She provided the number later on gave her a call +Told her what I was thinkin and she was down with it all +Can't deny it she was a fool kept that dick standin tall +What she'll do a nigga, should be against the law +That's how Hot Boys play it when we finish we toss +Baby when you finish Manny Fresh down the hall +After this episode that ho won't be able to walk +After two or three steps that ho might just fall +Now you know then Hot Boys sad ha +Get in the bitch head, end up doing somethin bad ha +Kisha got did right yeah +Fucked the whole Cash Money click all in one night yeah2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Real Friends (Solo Demo)[Verse 1: Kanye West] +Real friends, how many of us? +How many of us, how many jealous? Real friends +It's not many of us, we smile at each other +But how many honest? Trust issues +I don't wanna sus +I can't he wanna +I cannot blame you +I'll be to dangue +I got the thing too +Now doing your thing then +Hope you're doin' your thing, too +I'm a deadbeat cousin, I hate family reunions +Fuck the church up by drinkin' at the communion +Spillin' free wine, now my tux is ruined +I'm just trying to find her, what the fuck we doin'? +Who your real friends? We all came from the bottom +I'm always blamin' you, but what's sad, you not the problem +Damn, I forgot to call her, shit, I thought it was Thursday +Why you wait a week to call my phone in the first place? +When was the last time I remembered a birthday? +When was the last time I wasn't in a hurry? +Uh +[Bridge: Kanye West] +Tell me you when [?] on the gametime +Even to call your daughter on her FaceTime +Even [?] wanna make time +Even if you too busy just to make time +[Chorus: Kanye West] +Real friends +I guess I get what I deserve, don't I? +Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him +I guess I get what I deserve, don't I? +Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him +[Verse 2: Kanye West] +I couldn't tell you how old your daughter was +Couldn't tell you how old your son is +I got my own Jr. on the way, dawg +Plus I already got one kid +Couldn't tell you [?] though +I just showed up for the duh duh +Maybe fifteen minutes, took some pictures with your sister +Merry Christmas, then I'm finished, then it's back to business +You wanna ask some questions 'bout some real shit? +Like I ain't got enough pressure to deal with +Please don't pressure me with that bill shit +Cause everybody [?] in the building +Niggas thinkin' I'm crazy, you defendin' me +It's funny I ain't spoke to niggas in centuries +To be honest, dawg, I ain't feelin' your energy +[Verse 3: Kanye West] +Real friends +How many of us? How many of us? +Oh, real friends to real friends +To the real end +To the real end +Til' the wheels don't spin +To the 3:00 a.m. - calling +How many? +Just to ask you a question just to see how you was feeling? +How many? +For the last you was frontin' +I hate when a nigga text you like, "What's up, fam? Hope you good" +You say, "I'm good, I'm great," the next text they ask you for somethin' +How many? +What's best for your family and immediate or extended +I got the [?] that be pretending +I had a cousin that stole my laptop that I was fuckin' bitches on +Paid that nigga two-hundred-fifty-thousand just to get it from him +Real friends +Huh? +[Chorus: Kanye West] +Real friends +I guess I get what I deserve, don't I? +Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him +I guess I get what I deserve, don't I? +Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him + +No Haters[Intro: Skooly] +London on da Track, bitch! +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +We catch a body and we laugh about it +I fucked her friend, I don't feel bad about it +Grinding, it's agonizing but it's gratifying +Skinny tires on a salad diet +Ooh, I lost my mind, I'm like "Fuck everybody!" +Yeah, I lost my mind, but I got extra copies +Yeah, I fuck so long, it feel like exercising +I'll test a lion before testifying +All I got is hitters in my squad +I could get you killed, all my niggas want the job +I could get you killed, it just take a head nod +I want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline +Zero fucks given +I make her come to the condo butt naked 'cause, bitch, ain't no stealin' +She still come visit, she don't wan' leave +She compared it to me leaving a witness +I said, "I get it," I keep some cocaine on me for the bitches +And this AK is not for decoration +Fuckboys give me the heebie-jeebies +I got a hit list like the Yellow Pages +Hey, if she can suck a dick and snort a Quaalude +Then, ooh, baby, you got my full attention +Champagne expensive, it taste good or vintage +Open your nose, I'll put some sugar in it +I don't fuck around with them fuck-arounds +Uh, I might fuck around and catch a body +Yeah, I got some niggas that'll hunt you down +Yeah, and catch you slipping like you playing hockey +Woo! We catch a body and we laugh about it +Yeah, I fuck her friend, I don't feel bad about it +Uh, money and drugs, I'm talkin' math and science +Ooh, skinny tires, on a salad diet +Chopper leave you with a half a body +Make sure he dead, before we leave, my nigga, grab his wallet +Ooh, I got the hook up on them rocket launchers +I told Obama, "Fuck with me, you know I got it" +Slime, you need to fuck with me, you know I got it +I know somebody that know somebody +Look, traffic dying, we still trap-or-dying +It's agonizing but it's gratifying +Squad! I could get you killed, all my niggas want the job +I could get you killed, it just take a head nod +Want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline +Hold up, you ain't got no hitters in your squad +I could get you killed, that's my real day job +I'm a crime of passion, I'm a fucking hate crime +Spit like I ate bombs, Eminem on 8 Mile +I'm the motherfucking man, Scarface, Facemob +Pockets looking like The Blob, chips like Cape Cod +Bust your motherfucking egg 'til I see egg nog +My bougie bitch ratchet, my ratchet bitch a straight snob +Hold up, who know how to read gang signs? +Cause we gon' throw 'em up and we gon' give 'em hang time +I got white, I got brown, sell it at the same time +That's that James Brown, and that's that James Bond, ooh +We catch a body and we laugh about it +It's catastrophic but we glamorize it +It's agonizing but it's gratifying +Skinny tires on a salad diet, ooh! +Chopper leave you with a half a body +No hesitation, no stall, like the bathroom crowded +Chopper so big, so tall, it could wrap around me +Triple A: Astronomic And Atomic +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Tunechi +And it's that Sorry 4 The Wait +And I'm so sorry for the wait, yeah37EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Jonesin[Lyrics missing]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +No Choice[Intro] +"I feel good but I really came from nothing I came from the struggle I came from the gutter, you know what I'm sayin'? I came from a house of four, plus my momma and my grandmomma, no daddy you know what I'm sayin' daddy been gone so I ain't really have no choice but to be the man. I've been running the streets since I was 12, 13 years old. You know what I'm sayin' sellin' drugs, you know what I'm sayin' shootouts. I'm thinkin' it's like a good thing, but I'm stressing my momma, my grandmomma out so I ain't really have no choice but to move my family up out the hood, I ain't have no choice to leave Chicago and move to the A and get my own crib. 6, 7 bedrooms, you know what I'm sayin' mini mansion like it feel good to even start like that man. I ain't have no choic, went to jail 3, 4 times and had major setbacks. Get out of jail, it's a whole new wave. Every time, get out second time, it's a whole new wave so I ain't really have a chance but to really like catch up, you know what I'm sayin'? Give y'all this story, you know what I'm sayin' and I feel like by the end of the day, I gotta come out on top, you know what I'm sayin' 'cause all odds is against me, you know what I'm sayin'? Shit, I ain't really have no choice but to feed the streets." +Love songs for the streets you know? +Ay, when I picked the name they probably thought it was gonna be some R&B shit you know? +Nah, I'ma just let it talk for real +Let's get it! +[Chorus] +I promise 2017 I'ma be the best boy +Can't fall, I gotta prevail can't be like the rest of 'em +I took my city by storm I never asked for it +I'm with the hustlers, them murderers and with them trap boys +I ain't have no choice +Hungry on them corners +I ain't have no choice +Young nigga with them birds +I ain't have no choice +Out here with them hustlers +I ain't have no choice, ay +I ain't have no choice, ay +(Let's get it!) +[Verse 1] +I'm from the slum, hopin' to see some better days +That low income, being less for the section 8 +Say what you want, makin' sure that my family straight +One hit song, call the people want 100k +Give me yo' pint and I'm bustin' it, we tried to finesse a nigga +Sippin' these medicine, I'm tired of the stressin' +I be really sittin' back thinkin' niggas fuck with me yeah I'm guessin' it +It's indefinite +I got a question in it +You can't relate to my music, I don't want yo' credit +Left my city, I went to yours, 'cause I gotta get it +I'm a savage with fashion, this is not a gimmick +I come from low-income I tell 'em I'm a menace +(Let's get it!) +[Chorus] +I promise 2017 I'ma be the best boy +Can't fall, I gotta prevail can't be like the rest of 'em +I took my city by storm I never asked for it +I'm with the hustlers, them murderers and with them trap boys +I ain't have no choice +Hungry on them corners +I ain't have no choice +Young nigga with them birds +I ain't have no choice +Out here with them hustlers +I ain't have no choice, ay +I ain't have no choice, ay +(Let's get it!) +[Verse 2] +I love my sister to death her love ain't got no limit +She say I got rich and left, she say I'm actin' different +She said say no to them drugs, them 30s got me trippin' +She say don't never sacrifice I told her that's for publicity +I'm from the pound originally, I started singin' they mimic me +How you gon' kill her, you jittery +Nuski's killer had his misery +I had 10 cases in felony of Chicago 'cause I was holdin' a .40 +I've been snaked up by my own family, I've been tryin' to avoid it +(Let's get it) +Shit they better pray for me +Tell my momma it ain't safe for me +Bitch nigga get away from me +Kill anybody got no sympathy +[Chorus] +I promise 2017 I'ma be the best boy +Can't fall, I gotta prevail can't be like the rest of 'em +I took my city by storm I never asked for it +I'm with the hustlers, them murderers and with them trap boys +I ain't have no choice +Hungry on them corners +I ain't have no choice +Young nigga with them birds +I ain't have no choice +Out here with them hustlers +I ain't have no choice, ay +I ain't have no choice, ay +(Let's get it!) +[Outro: DJ Drama] +Streets ain't a young nigga a choice +Durk back at it! +Showin' love for the streets +DJ Drama! +Feds wassup?2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Jesus Walks (Live Version)[Chorus] +(Jesus walk) +God show me the way because the Devil's tryna break me down +(Jesus walk with me) +[Verse 1] +You know what the Midwest is? Young and restless +Where restless (Niggas) might snatch your necklace +And next these (Niggas) might jack your Lexus +Somebody tell these (Niggas) who Kanye West is +I walk through the valley of the Chi where death is +Top floor the view alone will leave you breathless *gasps* +Try to catch it *gasps* it's kinda hard +Getting choked by detectives, yeah, now check the method +They be askin' us questions, harass and arrest us +Sayin' "We eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast" +Huh? Y'all eat pieces of shit? What's the basis? +We ain't going nowhere but got suits and cases +A trunk full of coke, rental car from Avis +My mama used to say only Jesus can save us +Well mama I know I act a fool +But I'll be gone 'til November, I got packs to move +I hope +[Chorus] +(Jesus walk) +God show me the way because the Devil's tryna break (me down) +(Jesus walk with me) +The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now +(I want Jesus) +(Jesus walk) +And I don't think there's nothin' I can do now to right my wrongs +(Jesus walk with me) +I wanna talk to God but I'm afraid 'cause we ain't spoke in so long +(I want Jesus) +God show me the way because the Devil's tryna break me down +(Walk with me) +The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now +(Oh god) +And I don't think there's nothin' I can do now to right my wrongs +(Walk with me) +I wanna talk to God but I'm afraid 'cause we ain't spoke in so long +(I want Jesus to walk with me) +(Jesus walk) +[Verse 2] +To the hustlers, killers, murderers, drug dealers, even the scrippers +(Jesus walks for them) +To the victims of welfare feel we livin' in Hell here, hell yeah +(Jesus walks for them) +Now, hear ye, hear ye, want to see Thee more clearly +I know He hear me when my feet get weary +'Cause we're the almost nearly extinct +We rappers is role models: we rap, we don't think +I ain't here to argue about His facial features +Or here to convert atheists into believers +I'm just tryna say the way school need teachers +The way Kathie Lee needed Regis, that's the way I need Jesus +So here go my single, dawg, radio needs this +They say you can rap about anything except for Jesus +That means guns, sex, lies, videotape +But if I talk about God my record won't get played, huh? +Well if this take away from my spins +Which'll probably take away from my ends +Then I hope this take away from my sins +And bring the day that I'm dreamin' about +Next time I'm in the club, everybody screamin' out +[Chorus] +(Jesus walk) +God show me the way because the Devil's tryna break me down +(Jesus walk with me) +The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now +(I want Jesus) +(Jesus walk) +And I don't think there's nothin' I can do now to right my wrongs +(Oh with me) +(Jesus walk with me) +I wanna talk to God but I'm afraid 'cause we ain't spoke in so long +(I want Jesus to walk with me) + +Action Bronson Freestyles on Flex | Freestyle #065[Intro: Action Bronson & Funk Flex] +Just put my motherfucking album out man +Just put- yo, Flex man you- (let's get up?) +Just put my motherfucking album out man (yeah, let's get up?) +Just put my motherfucking album out +[Verse: Action Bronson & Funk Flex] +Neck tattoos of praying hands couldn't help me +But I still smile for they selfie +Ah +Nah we could do it again, we could do it again +Nah we don't do anything again man +You wanna go from there? +I just wanna let them know something +I just wanna let you know (uh huh) +I'm back (be clear) +Queens is in the motherfucking building man +What up Mr. Baklava, we haven't seen you in a while +It's great to see that smile +Your hair looks wonderful, let me push this chair up under you +The weather's beautiful, you must have brought the sun with you +You're getting slimmer and you're tanner huh? +And you're speaking perfect Spanish, must have spent some time in Panama +I gotta tell you that you're absolutely glowing +All that fishing and relaxing that you're doing, it's showing +Uh, I might take up rowing, lay low until it's snowing +Then pop up looking Samoan +Mad suede covers my toes and, my fancy words keep me frozen +Uh, it's so easy being me, 'cause I'm that same OG +All I wanna do is blow my weed and stroke my queen +And buy a fleet of blue boats for the team +Fuck man, yo, my BMW scrape the floor +You understand? (I'm clear) +My BMW +The side of my crib looking like Wrigley field, covered wit' ivy +I could have been one of the Isley's +Nothing surprises me I'm obviously high in the driver's seat +It's like I'm rhyming on a silent beat +The groove move like voodoo put a needle in the doll +Yo is that Don Cheadle in the car? It looks just like him +About to watch the documentary that Spike did on Tyson +Shouts to Tracey Morgan you inspire me, man +I fucking love you +Blue Chips 7000, "Fuck, That's Delicious" book +We out here, you understand me? +Queens in this motherfucker, (clear) +Always (be clear) +Always man +Yo, listen, one more time +Yo, in front of 50,000 screaming, higher than I ever been +Eyes closed, mommy I'm a rock star +No one knows that I just woke up +Got doped up, I just grab the mic and go nuts +Eat donuts because I'm robust +I like to sit on women's shoulders +Red karate outfits like I'm Sho'nuffEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Hot Bitch (Hot Nigga Remix)[Intro: Remy Ma] +See, this was a request +I just came home, I'm trying to get this shmoney +Attempted shmurder was the case that they gave me +But this is literally shmurder she wrote +Ah-ah-ah! +[Verse 1: Remy Ma] +See Remy, I'm a hot bitch +In my Fab voice: "You a THOT bitch!" +Lloyd Banks, Jackpot bitch! +And I told y'all I was coming for my spot bitch (Where my crown at?) +See I'm trying to keep it hip hop bitch (Uh-huh) +Remy Makaveli I could turn to Pac bitch (Thug Life!) +I took it right back to the top bitch +And if you disagree, then you could eat a cock bitch! +I see y'all running 'round with ya ass out +No make-up on, I could pull a Mac out +I swear to God, all I do is spaz out (Yeah) +I'm a 80's baby, grew up in the crack house! +I been smacking bitches since the fifth grade +Old ladies, I don't care about a bitch age +My hood taught me how to Boogie Down and Bang Bang +Hit these bird-brained bitches 'til their brains hang +Shorty like the way a bitch boss out +So he said he wanna dig my walls out +Left him looking stupid with his balls out +Cause I took his money and I walked out! +Free Bremo[?] though, let all of my dawgs out +I don't mess with fake bitches, kick them whores out (Her!) +That's what got a bitch locked up in the dog pound (Yeah) +Free Niqua too, let all of my broads out +We gon' wear our heavy jewels with the rocks on 'em +Ice dripping on these hoes, put a mop on 'em! +I see they all mad, I got it locked on 'em +See they don't respect anything 'til you popped on 'em +Swiss cheese through your leotard +Sending bitches to the E-R +The BX know I goes so hard +So I'ma do this one for the fucking Bronx! +And bitch if it's a problem, we gon' snuff y'all (Bum bitch!) +Smack the shit outta your baby moms (Done!) +Said I got your baby pictures - I done raised y'all (Yeah!) +Snatch your earrings out, pull the braids off +Tell them niggas free Meek yo! +Okaaay, free Max B. yo! +They shoulda never let me go! (Nah) +I just came home about a week ago! +Fuck with me and get a pitaroll +Sending all these bitches straight to Jesus yo! +Everybody know how Remy roll (Yeah!) +Bitches got me on my bully yo! +I'm about to go Pun on 'em +They can't fuck with me, I'm a nun on 'em +Got me on that Murder One shit +I'm a flea, you a bum bitch! +(Right, I said it. Right, exactly. Ok yeah, ok yeah, ok yeah, Rem!) + +On Obama: “I’m Past That”“I’m not gonna mention him no more, I’m past that,” Yeezus said of the president on Philadelphia station Hot 107.9. “That’s out my thoughts. That’s lowering my priority of thinking at this point.” +“Oh, you talking about how he use to come and visit me and my mama and tell me he’s about to run for president?” Ye' replied when asked if he would ever "break bread" with the president and continued, “I just think that we’re pop icons, and the president likes to use that type of thing just to be down. People was fine with me being everyone’s punching bag for about five years — ‘This is the person we love to hate, so if you want to distract people from everything that’s going on … just say you hate Kanye and there’s going be 30 other people who say they hate Kanye.’ That was kind of my position in culture and he kind of used that too — ‘Oh, he’s a jackass’ — because that’s how the world felt." +“I don’t care if someone’s the president or not,” Kanye finished. “I care about thoughts and how you helping people and what you bring to the world.” + +Redo[Verse 1: Kanye West] +Testing me, take 'em wunna sunna +Got taste of the- +And the thing is that, y'all are just wasting me +That's just wasting me +That's just a waste of time +Save my sunna I saved design +That Ye design +Niggas tryna tell me I'm crazy now +They don't understand +They just following the stream +They wunna sunn sunn, they were fucking up the dream +They were fucking up the dreams +Tryna get into the stream +They gone f-, they gone fuck up everything +Holy jeans, they ain't showing anything +Everything, everything, everything +Gold seams, can't be shown so it seems +So it brings +Making plans together with the golden team +Holding hands, that's the dream +[Verse 2: Ant Clemons] +She want me, she want uh- me +She want take control, she taught me +She want- Shh, shh, shh +She want thee +She want ABC but got D +She want everything, she want me +When she pop- Pop, pop, pop, she popped D +Anyway, she know that c'est la vie +Then she left, one and six and all three +Now that she's lost it +She went and called me, she want me +She told me that she wouldn't leave and caught me +I can't believe that- that she really caught me +And I just be talking all like Yeezy taught me +Then she got breezy on me (Ooh) +Now she got me sneezing in Bali +I was saying Yeezy taught me +Like it ain't been easy on me +She ain't rolling with me just to roll, man +Like y'all ain't put your ass behind bars, man +It ain't looking good lately +She know we been in on some mayday +Shit been looking bad we in some mad days +Backing that pussy back onto Melee +Blocka, blocka that's not the right way +Celebrate, that's a Ye day + +Got the Work[Intro] +Yeah, yeah, yeah +Huh? What? Yeah +Huh? What? Yeah +Huh? What? Yeah +Yeah +What? +Brr (Huh?) +[Verse 1] +Look for your bitch, you can't find her, ayy +I fucked your bitch and her momma, ayy +She sucked my dick, I might sign her, ayy +That's the reason that I got her, ayy +Rings on my finger like Sonic, ayy +Them bitches flooded with diamonds, ayy +I hide the Glock in my bombers, ayy +I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy +[Chorus] +I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy +I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy +I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy +I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy (Ayy) +I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy +I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy +I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy +[Verse 2] +Brand new gun, nobody shot it (Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop), ayy +Yeah, you know I gotta cop it, ayy +Get me like two or three bodies, ayy +'Cause you know I just be droppin' shit, ayy (Yeah) +Diamonds, they shine on my Rollie, ayy (Lil Uzi) +'Cause you know this perfect timing, baby +That little bitch like a spider, woah +The way that she gonna climb the dick, ayy +Suck on the tip, better shine today (Yeah) +Yeah, you moanin' too loud, know what time it is, ayy +She deep throat that shit, I can't find my dick +She like my shirt but don't know what, um, line it is, ayy +Whoa, I got designer dick, ayy +6666, that demonic dick, ayy +[Chorus] +I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy +I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy +I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy +I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy (Oh, I got it, ayy) +I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy +I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy +I got the work, yeah, I got it, ayy +[Verse 3] +Nowadays, I'm the hot topic, ayy +DRG shirt from Hot Topic, ayy +Stealing my style need to stop it, yeah +See that shit once and I cop it, yeah +Don't want no beef, better drop it, ayy +Pull up on you with a mop stick, ayy +.223, it ain't no prop stick +Japanese girl eat me up with some chopsticks, ayy +That lil' bitch right there, she a ho (Ha) +She sucked my dick for a bean, ayy +That little bitch is a fiend, ayy (A what?) +I heard that bitch was your queen, ayy (What?) +Fuck that nigga and his team, ayy +Pull up on him with the beam, ayy (Bop) +Blow his ass to smithereens, yeah17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +My Drink N 2 Step (Freestyle)(Chorus) +Put ya drink in the air for the Queen of NY +Put ya drink in the air for that chick Remy Ma +Put ya drink in the air if you know she nice +Put ya drink in the air for Shesus Christ +I got my drink n my 2 step , my drink n my 2 step +I got my drink n my 2 step , my drink n my 2 step +It's on , it's on , it's on and I'm home +Get the Patron and tell em that its on! +[Remy Ma: Verse 1] +Yeah +Please believe it R to E-z +Can't leave rap alone the game needs me +Can't come to the phone cause I'm sleeping +Shorty came over and spent the night on his knees +Going down down baby , down just like a rollercoaster +Keep heat baby right here in my shoulder holster +Yall got little guns yall shit go chimmy chimmy pow +I got big guns my shit like click click pow +They like look at Remy now, I'm like yeah look at me +Straight stunting just like my daddy +I gotta little fatty and some big ass titties +Even got cut in my face and I'm still mad pretty +And these bitches can't catch me so these bitches mad at me +So I smile in all my pictures +Yeah I'm mad happy +I heard you said when you see me that you was gone smack me +Yeah bitch I'm laughing +This is blown out of proportion don't gas it +This bitch out of her mind and she plastic +This bitch barely can rhyme and she bad bitch +I'm convinced I'm the last bitch standing +And they can't stand it, thats why I can't stand chicks +Shesus Khryst mixtape you hoped it got banned +You probably hope I go to court and get remanded +Yeah bitch I'm laughing +You sittin at home alone and you spazzing +I'm sitting on your man face and he gagging +I'm talking like he can't breath cuz I'm blacking +Back and forth, and forth and back and +Let him pull his head out for a second cuz he gasping +Then I shove it right back in +Meanwhile , you still tryna figure out what happen +Yeah bitch I'm laughing +Yall hoes is jokes now yall real funny +See yall hoes is broke don't got no money +And ya mans a bum , see don't even ask him +Yeah bitch I'm laughin' +(Chorus) +[Outro] +Please believe it R to E-z +Can't leave rap alone the game needs me + +Anita(These lyrics are far from perfect. I couldn't find them anywhere on the web, so I decided to write what I heard. Any suggestions are welcome) +Yeah, just found out though… +I’ll be right back, darling +[Verse 1 - Prodigy] +What’s up, gorgeous, beautiful +My sweet sister? +I spotted you, Out of thousands +From out the crowd +You were glowing in the dark +Your lights spark the most bright +Can we conversate? Rapper tastes +That’d be alright - Cool +My name is P and listen +I ain’t tryin’ a G +But you’re the most sexy +And plus, you always kill me +I saw you stressin +While I was going on the stage – rapping +But you got it twisted +Cause you’re the star of this show +Hey, let’s get away +Bounce to another place +Where we can have space to share drinks +What’s up ma what you think? +Let’s make it happen +Is it you about it? +Should I forget about it? +Should I forget about it, and end it now before I get shot down +See, Reply with those bedroom eyes, that I was the god +She was waiting for, for a very long time +I told I was bouncing in the morning at nine +Let’s take advantage of the moment, while we still have time +Spring colors got you looking like a piece of candy +Let me unwrap that and taste that +Just give me what you can’t get back +[Verse 2 - Prodigy] +Hey, sunshine, we both had a wonderful time +But you ain’t gotta stress, I see you when I’m back on the side +My friend’s got your girlfriends number +We keep in touch, love +Hey, don’t you hate it when girl loves? +She’s wanna be - more hugs and kisses? +I ain’t with it +I like a chick. When she only wants to did it +She get it +Then I say … +… +We like ‘em thick +We only love ‘em when they comin out they outfit, (?) +And love ‘em most when they swallow… +P that type that have a lady-cop take off a gun-belt +Work magic with a female +It’s only real, I’ll be fail +It’s hard not to +Cold hearted down’s got to +Melt down and show me proper +Cause when I speak it’s like pimp +When he built a stable +And when I boom boom I tranq them I turn them straight thun and leave them ... like how the earth's supposed to do P play the sun and how you heat it when I make moves +Cause I never sleep with it +I’m not your hubby +Fuck around +Close my eyes and wake up – with no money +Baby mothers keep throwing numbers at me +Told me to page her +I told them I call +… +She used to say “infamous” +Was her man’s favorite CD +Her daughter’s dad driving everywhere – bumping on me +Every third day on week +I knock his lady down to sleep +Climax it, sneaking out the room listening +It ain’t my fault +Take your pain out on your man +I’m only being myselfEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Pitchfork Selector FreestyleI'm eating sushi off a black hooker +Crushing numbers in the math booklet +She had the panties with the pussy cut out +Jewish holiday, she bake the bread +Then she twist my hash, I get her high, take her straight to bed +I'm diving in, I'm riding in that V-12 twin turbo on the Gaza Strip +Rocking Iversons with the ivory wheel +No practice, I'm classic, you bastards +I front-flip in limo windows, sip the limoncello +Somersault into a dismount off the uneven bars, then throw my hands straight up +Fuck around, sprain my ankle with the next maneuver +I'm one in a million, played the pavilion +Fuck around in the razor, get displayed to your children +We hire Asians for killings, ready, able, and willing +Getting paid in the building +It's me, on the ice cream truck +Bam Bam, Queens shitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Hell Hole[Intro: Lil Durk] +I had to sleep with my pants on... +Lawyer money bring my mans home +[Pre-Chorus: Wallway Pack] +They know we happy here +Shootout while the police outside +Yeah we Iraq in here +War, we OTF +Bitch we the mob, we from the bottom here +That hell hole, I swerve round here +Get high in the stu' with my jeans on +Nigga fiend houses, they might go in my pockets +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +I used to trick all the fiend +I didn't believe anything +Stake ? the bean +It felt like I sleep with the demons +Hell hole, hell hole +Hell hole, hell hole +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +I used to sleep around dope smokers +I had to sleep with my pants on +I remember havin no troubles +Lawyer money bring my mans home +Fuck with Durkio, red rum +Niggas snake you if you let them +Lost my perc, temper tantrum +He a goofy, let foenem scam him +Send a dick pic that's random +Got 6 kids cause I'm handsome +Rockstar, no stand up +I ain't off a perc, I won't stand up +She want Desiigner drugs, Panda +Nigga better take his case, just man up +Sex me I wanna, I'm rollin' off ecstasy +Rather sip Activis, I don't fuck with Hennessy +Negative rumors be givin me energy +You not a gansta, I really see ? +Niggas be tryna sound like me, I see like 10 of me +Niggas ain't got no gang like me, they turned to enemies +Oh, we got a show I'm goin' to Italy +Know for sure that Gucci made in Italy +Oh, that .45 Glock knock out his memory +Oh, ? got my wrist on 10 degrees +[Pre-Chorus: Wallway Pack] +They know we happy here +Shootout while the police outside +Yeah we Iraq in here +War, we OTF +Bitch we the mob, we from the bottom here +That hell hole, I swerve round here +Get high in the stu' with my jeans on +Nigga fiend houses, they might go in my pockets +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +I used to trick all the fiend +I didn't believe anything +Stake ? the bean +It felt like I sleep with the demons +Hell hole, hell hole +Hell hole, hell hole +[Verse 2: Wallway Pack] +We come from poverty +Findin' the plug, I'm hittin' the lottery ? +Til law came and got me +Can't play with them, fuck around I shot you +Came out the hell hole, it's a robbery +War way OTF +? I walked there +? trappin' at 12 +Wherever I'm at turn into the trapper +Wherever I'm at they die there +12 years old ? arrest +Wanted me to buy weed ? +Lil ? have me slammin' my momma boyfriend door +Swear anywhere you go I go +Swear everywhere I go you go +And I brought you bro +Where you roll, I roll +We ain't breakin' no codes, penitentiary row god damn +I don't know when they gon' get it, I told em we on +I'm hoping he still in the pen, he ain't came home yet +? keep droppin' these bombs, they makin' bomb threats +Who run the trap, Wallway Pack +[Pre-Chorus: Wallway Pack] +They know we happy here +Shootout while the police outside +Yeah we Iraq in here +War, we OTF +Bitch we the mob, we from the bottom here +That hell hole, I swerve round here +Get high in the stu' with my jeans on +Nigga fiend houses, they might go in my pockets +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +I used to trick all the fiend +I didn't believe anything +Stake ? the bean +It felt like I sleep with the demons +Hell hole, hell hole +Hell hole, hell holeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Bring Da Ruckus[Intro: Sample from Shaolin vs. Wu Tang] +“Shaolin shadowboxing and the Wu-Tang sword style." +"If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous. Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me?” +“En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.” +[Chorus: RZA] +Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! +Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! +Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! +Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Ghostface catch the blast of a hype verse +My Glock burst, leave in a hearse, I did worse +I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk +Your head rush, fly like Egyptian musk +Aww shit, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks, an' +However I master the trick just like Nixon +Causin' terror, quick damage your whole era +Hard rocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot +P.L.O. style, hazardous, 'cause I wreck this dangerous +I blow sparks like Waco, Texas +[Verse 2: Raekwon] +I watch my back like I'm locked down +Hardcore-hittin' sound +Watch me act bugged and tear down +Illiterate-type asshole, songs goin' gold +No doubt, and you watch a corny nigga fold +Yeah, they fake and all that, carryin' gats +But yo, my Clan rollin' like forty macks +Now you act convinced, I guess it makes sense +Wu-Tang, yo, soooo represent! +I wait for one to act up, now I got him backed up +Gun to his neck now, react what? +And that's one in the chamber, Wu-Tang banger +36 styles of danger +[Chorus: RZA] +Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! +Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! +Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! +Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! +Bring da mother, bring da, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! +Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! +Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! +Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! +So bring it on! +[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] +I rip it, hardcore like porno-flick bitches +I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits +Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin' +Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin' +Bust this, I'm kickin' like Seagal: Out for Justice +The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus +Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue +Murder One, my style shocks your knot like a stun gun +I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness +Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown +By this nasty-ass nigga with my nigga, the RZA +Charged like a bull and got pulled like a trigga +So bad, stabbin' up the pad with the vocab, crab +I scream on your ass like your dad, bring it on... +[Chorus: RZA] +Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! +Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! +Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! +Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! +[Verse 4: GZA] +Yo, I'm more rugged than slave man boots +New recruits, I'm fuckin' up MC troops +I break loose, and trample shit, while I stomp +A mudhole in that ass 'cause I'm straight out the swamp +Creepin' up on site, now it's Fright Night +My Wu-Tang slang is mad fuckin' dangerous +And more deadly than the stroke of an axe +Choppin' through your back *swish* +Givin' bystanders heart attacks +Niggas try to flip, tell me, who is him? +I blow up his fuckin' prism, make it a vicious act of terrorism +You wanna bring it, so fuck it, come on and bring the ruckus! +And I provoke niggas to kick buckets +I'm wettin' cream, I ain't wettin' fame +Who sellin' 'caine? I'm givin' out a deadly game +It's not the Russian, it's the Wu-Tang crushin' roulette +Slip up and get fucked like Suzette +Bring da fuckin' ruckus! +[Chorus: RZA] +Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! +Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus! +[Outro] +“En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.” +So, bring it on! +So, bring it on! +So, bring it on! +So, bring it on! +So, bring it on! +So, bring it on! +So, bring it on, nigga!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +The New Workout Plan (Lil Jon Remix)[Kanye West] +You just popped in the Lil Jon remix of "The Workout Plan", and +And 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 +And here come the 5 to the 7 and 6 +I dropped out of college, I can't count worth shit +When the album dropped I was dissing this +Now everybody know this the shit +Part 2, this the update +First rule: stay away from the cupcakes +The second rule is so underrated +They claim the song was so degradin' +"But shit it's still my favorite +And he ain't talkin' 'bout me though" +Hello, then who I'm talking about, people? +OK, whatever you want to believe though +And I even took my own advice +This gut ain't nothing these hoes’ll like +I said, I look like LL +Took my shirt off, she claimed "I can't tell" +But never say I can't sell +Pat, where we at right now, 3 mil? +Who the best? Who the best now? +OK leave me out of it +Tell me who the rest now? +[Hook] +It's been a week without me +And she feel weak without me +She wanna talk it out but +Ain't nothin' to talk about +‘Lest, she talkin' about freakin' out +Then maybe we can work it out +Work it out +Work it out +Work it out +Work it out now +Maybe we can work it out +[Verse 2: Kanye] +Oh girl your silhouette make me wanna light a cigarette +My name Kanye from the Jigga set Twista said... said... said... +[Verse 2: Twista] +What ‘Sup Lil mama, I'mma be fillin' in for the instructor +They call me the twista, now work that Motha'Fucka +But not to hard, baby you can do what you do +Cause i like a fat ass, but [1?] +So, if you could drop it to the floor go and [?] +So, its crush time, Shawty show me you can do so +Gon’ Work it, put down the philly steaks +[?] +I know you love how my lexus ride +But get them with them legs, don’t flex them thighs +You know want it, don’t testify +Try my New Workout Plan called Sex-ercise +That’s real +[Singing] +You don’t wanna go a day without me +She don’t really wanna lay without me +I know you love when i’m workin' it in now, baby we can work it out +[Hook] +[Verse 3: Farnsworth Bentley] +B-E-N-T-L-E-Y +Yee ain't know, you betta ask somebody +What we gonna do is twirk that body +All day at they fitness party +Lock them doors, don't tell nobody +Gentlemens in the Gentlemen's Club +And hitting them with an interesting dub +It's upside down that for the A-Town +What...y'all...sayin? +F.J. Bentley caught misbehaving +Yes I'm the captain and I'm saving, all my money +Yes I'm just gonna...stand...and watch you dance from over here +Matter fact pass the Couvorsier +But I will walk you to your car my dear +Cheers +[Outro: Luke] +Work it out, work it out, girl + +500 Degreez[Lil Wayne talking] +It's the real shit, yeah +500 Degreez this time biotch +Yes sir, you already know +[Lil Wayne verse 1] +You see me? I eat, sleep, shit, and talk snaps; so fuck rap +Man I got weed, pills, pistols, all crack +Bitch niggas where ya hearts at? +Ya'll ain't stuntin' like us +Bitch niggas where ya cars at? +They like, "Wayne why the fuck you dressed in all black?" +I'm about to bring CMR back +And all the lames, we done lost that +And all we got is Weezy, Weezy, and Lil' Weezy to fall back +I'm about to lock it from the summer to the fall and back +"Its Weezy baby!" The ballers back +And the wheels on my car you got all of that +Stop playing, I've been balling jack +You don't want my Glock spraying - I hit all them cats +You don't want my stomach ache - I shit on them cats +I get all them gats - Fresh and B it's all a rap! +If I'm the only Hot Boy what do you call that? +[Hook] +You don't want to fuck with Weezy +You don't want to fuck with Weezy +[Lil Wayne] +Bitch what? I'll bust ya ass up +Don't even go there round +Niggas get your cash up +We probably need to clash up +And shit got me 'bout ass up +They finding niggas in they shit with they ass up +It ain't October 31st but we gone mask up - and guess what +And I heard they got a nice chain +And for the right price I'll bust the right brain +And mommy hot cause pull up in that white thang +Yo nigga might be fly but I still get trifling +Riding through the city just me and my friend +Friday night special, professional tight aim +A gangsta is who you hearing +Me in my building with 20 bricks in the ceiling +I'm more real than, I got more scrill than +Got more skill than them there +I'm a Cash Money Millionaire +[Hook] +You don't want to fuck with Weezy +You don't want to fuck with Weezy +Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy +Hot, Hot, Hot Boy +[Lil Wayne] +Baby let me get the keys to the rover +No, let me get the keys to the house in Eastover +So I can throw a 500 Degreez platinum party, then the after party +Me and my Squad stomping in this bitch, fuck a Kappa party +Don't go to rapper parties - I'm no rapper man +But when the homies come home we throw a monster jam +And all my people tote chrome - we some monsters man +We gone mob to the promise land +I bought big - I'm a Tymer man +Son of a Stunna - still a girl fuck with a hustler! +Weezy keep it gutter for ya Baby Bubba +Baby blue Mercedes Coupe - Got it bullet proof +Make me shoot my 80 duke at your fucking roof +You're fucking with a big dog, nigga fucking woof +Mr. S-Fucking-Q - I'm the fucking truth +Three stripes, maybe Nikes, lot of ice fucking ooohf! +That's 500 Degreez! +[Hook] +You don't want to fuck with Weezy +You don't want to fuck with Weezy +Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy +Hot, Hot, Hot Boy +Bitch get your mind right, Bitch get your mind right2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +ZombieI’m a cannibal I eat childrenEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Streets Want Me[Chorus: Lil Durk] +Put down savages, picked up vultures (vultures) +When you pop that's when they want you (want you) +You turn your head they gon' dome you (dome you) +Just for thinkin' they your homie (homie) +New G-Wagon by my lonely (skrt skrt skrt) +I'm just smokin' by my lonely (by my lonely) +Percocet fuck up my colon (up my colon) +It's crazy how the streets want me (want me) +The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets +(The streets want me) +The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets +(The streets want me) +The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets (to the streets) +They want me, I'm signed to the streets (let's get it) +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +Grew my dreads back, label me a menace +She want xanax, gotta swallow penis +You ain't no bag yet, you ain't got no fifties, that's them drums +Them stripper hoes gon' talk about you if you don't throw no ones +I'ma keep a couple of mine 'cause we don't throw no guns +How the fuck you gon' go to war with me when you ain't got no funds +Shit get risky with you when you ain't got no conscious +You should see that AP face, I got it polished +Pour up syrup +Serve on the first +Swerve in the vert, put Rollie +The money is first +Ain't doing no verse +Lil B give 'em the curse +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +Put down savages, picked up vultures (vultures) +When you pop that's when they want you (want you) +You turn your head they gon' dome you (dome you) +Just for thinkin' they your homie (homie) +New G-Wagon by my lonely (skrt skrt skrt) +I'm just smokin' by my lonely (by my lonely) +Percocet fuck up my colon (up my colon) +It's crazy how the streets want me (want me) +The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets +(The streets want me) +The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets +(The streets want me) +The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets (to the streets) +They want me, I'm signed to the streets (let's get it) +[Verse 2: MoneyBagg Yo] +I don't got goons, I got hitters +I'm with some dope boys and some killers, yeah +She act petty when I don't feel her +I cut her off like the umbilical (what's that?) cord +The kushy that I'm blowing it hit hard like Floyd +I come from the trenches, now I'm making noise +The streets love me, they know I keep that heat +The streets signed me, I got what they need (federal) +They wasn't lettin' no cut on it +Glock nineteen, it's tucked on me +Caught you so I clutch on it +Told my plug to rush on it +Fly paper, she stuck on me +She want a Birkin bag +She pulled up in a purple Jag +Bumpin' Durk and Bagg +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +Put down savages, picked up vultures (vultures) +When you pop that's when they want you (want you) +You turn your head they gon' dome you (dome you) +Just for thinkin' they your homie (homie) +New G-Wagon by my lonely (skrt skrt skrt) +I'm just smokin' by my lonely (by my lonely) +Percocet fuck up my colon (up my colon) +It's crazy how the streets want me (want me)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Last Call[Ol' Dirty Bastard] +This recordin is Dirty and it's Stinkin +Funkier than Peppi Le Pew so I was thinkin, about +Droppin this single on the charts, lettin ya know +Hey, the kid has heart, I never deny myself as being +Dope, but in my last jam, niggas slept on my notes +You thought that I was weak? Huh? Let me speak +My rhymes come funkier than ya grandfathers feet +So listen mister, don't you ever forget +The rhyme is dirty, you couldn't even clean it +With Comet, for even Wolrex, some tried Ajax +Only mix with the best, forty-eight tracks +Yo, I get down with the Ason sounds +Lyrics that be flowin from miles around +So let the music shut ya ass up, then feel the uppercut +Now I make ya fall to ya butt +[Master Fool] +Ho-ho-hold up, Master Fool +Takin' it on down, jugga-jugga-ju +Fall on ya butt, ya ass gon' hurt +They call us WINGWORM cuz we mastered this dirt +I act like a drunk but I'm out for the dough +I mastered the funk, Dirt mastered the ho's +Only Master play the Fool, I worked hard and paid my dues +Tony Snatcher played the fool +And man meater eater played the bone +I come in the club with no ID +They gon' have to close the club up messin wit me +Up.. Dirty and Stinkin stuff +It's that Dirty dick NUH with the Stinkin nuts +Last Call now drink it up +Me and Dirt want a pound for some Stinkin stuff +[Hook x2: Master Fool] +Last Call for alcohol, everybody out the bar +Get ya back up off the wall +People.. ohh.. ohh.. people.. ohh.. ohh +[Ol' Dirty Bastard] +Yo, let me continue, verse number two +Style is wild, dirty and stinkin like doo-doo +If ya hangin around, ya changed ya mind +It is a bad influence, but yo it's my rhyme +I sit down and I say to myself, "Self +Yo, are you rated top the shelf?" +I drop the single for you to get a dose of +As I lay back like a pillow on a sofa +Gettin paid? Yeah right, Willy +Why askin me, G? What? What? What? What? You know me +My mouth is sugar, sweet as a honey bee +Taste like a forty, Stinkin like Old-E +[Master Fool] +Fool in this bitch, where the fuck is the drinks? +No open bar!?! Where the fuck is the drinks? +That bitch over there with her man tuckin his link +All strip club bitches straight clutchin his mink +Niggas official, big guns, wavin the pistol +My dogs lookin for the brew now we bitin the gristle +(Stop fuckin with them guns son you playin too much) +Catch a charge drinkin bro', I ain't playin too rough +Fucks! Lay in the cuts and hug the butts +Grab a big five whether you a scrub or not +Robbery, robbery, pop, pop, poppin like a Glock +Robbery, robbery, drop, drop, drop it like it's hot +[Hook x4] +[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] +Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo +Heard Master singin that shit? +Stinkin blue Palmaid.. +Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo.. + +Runaway[Intro] +Go back there +Everybody so fake +Everybody act like that they care +Away from here +Everybody so fake +Everybody so fake, I swear +Go back there, yeah +[Chorus] +Take me away from here +Everybody so fake +Everybody so fake, I swear +But I don't wanna go back there +Everybody so fake +Everybody act like they care +Take me away from here +Everybody so fake +Everybody so fake, I swear +But I don't wanna go back there +Everybody so fake +Everybody act like they care +Everybody act like they care +Why the fuck do everybody act like they care? +I was dying and nobody was there +Please don't cry, baby, life ain't fair +[Verse] +I run away from my problems +I do the drugs when I want 'em +I ran away from my momma +Don't bother me with no drama +Now I'm looking for a ghost girl (Ghost girl) +I ain't never gonna find her (Find her) +Pain pills with my coke, girl (Coke, girl) +You know I gotta get high first (High first) +Now I'm looking for a ghost girl +I ain't never gonna find her +You were everything I know, girl +Ain't it funny how life work? +(Ain't it funny how life work?) +[Chorus] +Take me away from here +Everybody so fake +Everybody so fake, I swear +But I don't wanna go back there +Everybody so fake +Everybody act like they care +Take me away from here +Everybody so fake +Everybody so fake, I swear +But I don't wanna go back there +Everybody so fake +Everybody act like they care +Everybody act like they care +Why the fuck do everybody act like they care? +I was dying and nobody was there +Please don't cry, baby, life ain't fair +[Outro] +I run away from my problems +I do the drugs when I wanna +I ran away from my momma +Don't bother me with no drama +(I run away from my problems) +(I run away from my problems)81EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +​fucked up[Intro] +Fucked up, yeah +Girl, you got me fucked up, yeah +[Verse] +I ain't gonna lie, I'ma keep it real +I don't wanna tell you how I feel +I just wanna get you to my room +We can do whatever that we wanted to do +Rip my shirt, kiss my neck +Throw me on the floor girl, make me sweat +Scratch my back, make me bleed +I could be whatever that you want me to be +I could do whatever that you wanted from me +Want a little blow, I can get it for free +Want a little dough, you can get it for free +Haven't been home in a minute, I've been fucked up +[Chorus] +I've been all the way fucked up +Girl, you got me fucked up +One chance and I fucked it up +I was fucked up +Baby, I've been fucked up +Girl, you got me fucked up +One chance and I fucked it up +I was fucked up +Baby, I've been fucked up +[Verse] +I ain't gonna lie, I'ma keep it real +I don't wanna tell you how I feel +I just wanna get you to my room +We can do whatever that we wanted to do +Rip my shirt, kiss my neck +Throw me on the floor girl, make me sweat +Scratch my back, make me bleed +I could be whatever that you want me to be +I could do whatever that you wanted from me +Want a little blow, I can get it for free +Want a little dough, you can get it for free +Haven't been home in a minute, I've been fucked up +[Chorus] +I've been all the way fucked up +Girl, you got me fucked up +One chance and I fucked it up +I was fucked up +Baby, I've been fucked up +Girl, you got me fucked up +One chance and I fucked it up +I was fucked up +Baby, I've been fucked up31EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Is This Our Last Time[Intro: Missy] +Yeah, ok, y'all know how I do it +From old school rap to old school R&B +Yep, that's me, heh +We gon' do it one time like this +Oh, oh, come on +[Verse 1: Missy] +I remember when we first made love (yeah) +It was so good +Nigga I was whipped and all into it (yeah) +Off of that good wood (come on) +And if I could I would pursue it +But you won't let me do it (yeah) +I'm like the first time around with playboy +You keep putting me down (mm) +I can't keep running away from you (hah) +But the sex don't feel the same (uh), no, no, no (whoo) +You don't hold me nor kiss me like you used to +I can tell your feelings changed (ooh, come on) +It must be some other bitch that's taken up your time (hah) +If it is then let me know (uh), ohh (ooh) +So I won't call you over to taste a piece of this good pie +Why you don't fuck me like before (yeah) +[Chorus: Missy] +I like the first time, I like the first time +I like the first time, I like the first time +I like the first time, talking bout the second time +I like the first time, I like the first time +I like the first time, I like the first time +I like the first time, talking bout the second time +[Verse 2: Missy] +I remember when we first made love (uh) +It felt so good you made me cry, mm, mm, mm, aha +But now you just rush to get it over (come on) +And it don't (uh) feel like the first time (ah) +[Chorus: Missy] +I like the first time, I like the first time +I like the first time, I like the first time (aha) +I like the first time, talking bout the second time (yeah) +I like the first time, I like the first time (uh) +I like the first time, I like the first time (ah, come on) +I like the first time, talking bout the second time (uh) +[Verse 3: Fabolous] +Yeah you probably the first girl I'm sprung on +I'm hung on the spots (yeah) +Put your lips and tongue on, you made me a fan +I took the cards that you dealt and made me a hand, aha +It's the feelings that I felt that made me a man, aha +Now I'm fighting to get it back like Mike Tyson +I wanna grab my helmet and ride but you took my bike license +I just wanna do it like we did it before, uh +Cinderella you was with it before (ooh) +Now when I bring your slipper you act like you don't fit it no more +Like I got it, but I can't get it no more +And I ain't usually a chaser cause write with my pencil +But also know how to use my eraser, yeah +And at the present time I think about the past, uh +Think about yo ass, uh, and can I see it in the future +If I see ya I'll salute ya +Cause for your loving I'm a soldier +Mommy, I thought I told ya +[Bridge: Missy] +Why you dogging me out (aha), is this our last time (uh, uh) +Say it again, why you doggin me out +Oh what shall I do (oh), yeah (mm) +Tell me what I've done to you, oh (come on) +[Break: Missy] +Yeah, aha, let the beat ride, hah, mm +Then work that, work that, work that, work that, uh +Yeah, hah, let the beat ride, uh +Come on and work that, come on and work that +Come on, come on, sing +[Chorus: Missy] +I like the first time, I like the first time (come on) +I like the first time, I like the first time (aha) +I like the first time, talking bout the second time (whoo) +I like the first time, I like the first time (hah) +I like the first time, I like the first time (yeah) +I like the first time, talking bout the second time (uh, come on) +[Ragtime Interlude: Missy] +I was chillin by the bar at the club, yeah +Decided just to buy me a drink +Two shots, I was so tore up (Yeah) +I said no more Patron for me +So I crawled to my car +And I turned my radio on +And guess what I heard? +Yo, lemme stop playin with you mothafuckers, drop the beat + +Who Dat[Intro] +CB on the beat +Jetski +Big-ass 40-pointers +Who that? Who that? +Huh, yeah +[Chorus] +Who that nigga with the icy-ass chain? (Who?) +Gucci shirt, Gucci shoes, leather Balmains (Gucci) +Who that? Who that swervin' in a Huracán? (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) +Five in the morning, still whippin' cocaine (Cocaine) +Who that nigga with the icy-ass chain? (Pump) +Whippin' up dope, sell it in the hallway (Whip, whip it) +Who that nigga with the icy-ass chain? (Pump, Pump, Pump) +Whippin' up dope, sell it in the hallway (Ooh, ooh, ooh, whip, whip it) +[Verse] +In a three-story mansion, flew two bitches in from Dallas (Dallas) +They some bad bitches +Goddamn, I love it when they ratchet (Ratchet) +Smokin' on Tooka in Calabasas (Tooka) +Bitch, I was drippin' before I was rappin' (Drip) +I'm rich as fuck but I don't pay my taxes +Walk in the, walk in the club with a ratchet (Ratchet) +I'm in the club and I act a fool (Fool) +Rich nigga shit, dropped out of school (Huh?) +They think that I'm schizophrenic because of my attitude (Yah, yah) +Bitch, I'm Xanned out, I'm uncomfortable (Uh-uh) +I just woke up, now I'm on the news (Huh?) +We got choppers, we got pounds (Ooh) +Simply ride out the W's (Goddamn) +[Chorus] +Who that nigga with the icy-ass chain? (Who?) +Gucci shirt, Gucci shoes, leather Balmains (Gucci) +Who that? Who that swervin' in a Huracán? (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) +Five in the morning, still whippin' cocaine (Cocaine) +Who that nigga with the icy-ass chain? (Pump) +Whippin' up dope, sell it in the hallway (Whip, whip it) +Who that nigga with the icy-ass chain? (Pump, Pump, Pump) +Whippin' up dope, sell it in the hallway (Ooh, ooh, ooh, whip, whip it)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Wash Us in the Blood (Demo 2)[Intro] +Ronny J, please turn me up +[Verse 1] +Ask 'em who I live on, way on somethin' +Take some, rain, nonstop, rain don't want war +Rain come, rain come +Come shine, come rain, come up +Southside, let it bang +Outside, let it rain +Rain down on a pain +Rain down on the slain +Rain down on my mom +Rain down on the farm +Flower us with your love +Wash us in the blood +High stomp for the thugs +I done spent it in the mud +Grew up life tryna love +And, uh, all my friends thugs +And that all my phones buzz +Everybody tryna thug +One up in the club +No choice to sell drugs +No choice, locked up +No choice, locked up +Rain down on us +Rain down on us +[Pre-Chorus] +Shower down on us +Wash us in the blood +Wash us in the blood +Whole life bein' thugs +No choice, sellin' drugs +Southside, what it does? +Rain down on us +Genocide what it does +Slavery what it does +Rain down on us +Whole life sellin' drugs +[Chorus] +Wash us in the blood +Wash us in Your blood +Wash us in the blood +Wash us in the blood +Wash us in the blood +[Bridge] +Holy Spirit, come down +Holy Spirit, come down +Holy Spirit, help now +Holy Spirit, help now +Holy Spirit, come down +Holy Spirit, come down +Holy Spirit, help now +Holy Spirit, help now +[Verse 2] +Wash us in the blood +Whole life bein' thugs +No choice, sellin' drugs +Genocide what it does +Mass incarc's what it does +Masses' carc' what it does +'Nother life bein' lost +Someone pop it from the cause +Execution, thirty states +Thirty states still execute +Thou shall not kill, thou shall not spill, blood in 'em with the residue +Lock you up in the federal +Take God out to better schools +Now look what we headed to +Now look what we headed to +[Chorus] +Rain down on us +Rain down on us +Wash us in the blood +Wash us in the blood +Holy Spirit, come down +Holy Spirit, come down +And they tryna control Ye +They want me to calm down +[Verse 3] +They don't want me to Kanye +They don't want Kanye to be Kanye +They wanna sign a fake Kanye +They tryna sign a calm Ye +That's right, I call 'em Calm-Ye +But don't take me the wrong way +'Cause God took me a long way +Everything you see is all me +They wanna edit the interviews +They wanna take it to interludes +Cut a whole sentence to interlude +You know that it's fake if it's in the news +So I let it fly when I'm in the booth +The devil a liar and I been the truth +Livin' 'cause nobody livin' +And nobody gettin' it, doin' it different +[Chorus] +Rain down on us +Holy Spirit, come down +Holy Spirit, come down +We need You now +Wash us in the blood +Whole life bein' thugs +No choice, sellin' drugs +Genocide what it does +Slavery what it does + +Get Ur Freak On[Intro] +Kore kara minna de mechakucha odotte +Sawagou sawagou +Headbanger +Hit me +Hit me (Hit me) +Hit me, hit me (Yeah) +Hit me +Give me some new shit (Yeah) +Give me some new shit (Yeah) +Give me some new shit (Yeah) +Give me some new shit +[Verse 1] +Missy be puttin' it down +I'm the hottest 'round +I told y'all mother— (Skrt), y'all can't stop me now +Listen to me now +I'm lastin' twenty rounds +And if you want me, nigga, then come on, get me now (Yes) +Is you with me now? (Yes) +Then biggie-biggie-bounce (Yes) +I know you dig the way I sw-sw-switch my style +Holla, people, sing around (Yes) +Now, people, gather 'round (Yes) +Now, people, jump around (Go) +[Chorus] +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your, get your, get your (Go), get your, get your freak on (Go) +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your, get your, get your (Go), get your, get your freak on +[Verse 2] +Who's that bitch? People you know (Yes) +Me and Timbaland been hot since twenty years ago (Yes) +What the dealio? Now what the drilly, yo? (Yes) +You wanna battle me then, nigga, let me know (Yes) +Holla, got to feel it, son +Let me throw you some (Maut mujhko, yes) +People, here I come (Yes) +Now sweat me when I'm done (Yes) +We got the radio shook like we got a gun (Go) +[Chorus] +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your, get your, get your (Go), get your, get your freak on (Go) +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your, get your, get your (Go), get your, get your freak on +[Verse 3] +Quiet! (Shh) Hush your mouth +Silence when I spit it out +(Hah-choo!) In your face +Open your mouth, give you a taste +Holla, ain't no stoppin' me +Copywritten so don't copy me +Y'all do it sloppily +And y'all can't come close to me (Yes) +I know you feel me now (Yes) +I know you hear me loud (Yes) +I scream it loud and proud (Yes) +Missy gon' blow it down (Yes) +People gon' play me now (Yes) +In and out of town (Yes) +'Cause I'm the best around (Yes) +With the crazy style (Go) +[Chorus] +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your, get your, get your (Go), get your, get your freak on (Go) +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your freak on (Go) +Get your, get your, get your (Go), get your, get your freak on +[Outro] +Ichi, ni, san, ji + +Flawless[Intro] +Ever since I was 13, my biggest problem has been just to find the right road to get to that rainbow that everybody talks about +Like most people get close enough to count the stripes +But they don't have enough guts to reach out and take that pot of gold +What up my dude, you know +Going through a lot and all that man +That's why you be strong, you know what I'm saying +Feel great boy (Staten Island over yeah) +It's going now ([?]) +Holla at the kid +(Let's go chef) +[Verse 1] +I'm flawless, the gowns that I rock is cashmere +Then roam through the lab with the hammer and black Airs +Thinking 'bout plans that's real, laying the bill +Drop a new classic album, my masters will +Enlighten your mind, I'm writing on times +When the youth reach real situations and they thoughts are blind +You know when I float a moment is fine, glass of wine +New elegance, the greeze just pass through the mind again +What happened, rap made it happen, back when +Two turn tables and a needle, action +We all huddled up, that's it, classic shit +Only our kind adapt to shit +Start rapping 'bout cracks and Pimps, cash to get +Call it C.R.E.A.M. now, no grind don't ask for shit +We bastard thick, pass the spliff +[Outro] +Name of this piece is called "my bitch better have my money" (applause) +My bitch better have my money, through rain, sleet or snow +My ho better have my money +Not half, not some, but all my chash +Because if she don't, I'mma put my foot in her ass + +Poor Georgie[Verse 1] +I met him in a club hangin' out one night +He said, "Hello, I'm George...hi, Lyte +How's everything going, huh? How ya doin'? +Hope everything's fine, ooh, and uh umm +Can I call you sometime? Can I get the digits? +And the address, so I can come visit?" +I gave him the digits, that wasn't a problem +'Cause if he caused any, I would have to solve them +'Cause George looked good, MMM, damn good! +And if I didn't, some other girl would +In my mind, I hope for the best +Convincing myself that this was not a test +'Cause I heard many things about Georgie +Nothing kinky, like no orgies +I heard he knows how to make love +Like an angel from the heaven above +Who was I kidding I'd give him a try +'Cause Lyte needs love too and that ain't no lie +Keep your ears open, hope that you listenin' +'Cause I'm about to take you on a George Porgie mission +"Can it be I've stayed away too long" +"My world is empty without you, babe" +"Can it be I've stayed away too long" +"My world is empty..." +[Verse 2] +I gave him the number, I saw it in his eyes +"She gave me the number? Hmmm I'm surprised" +Good conversation over the phone +He began to comfort me whenever I was alone +George was sweet, so nice and so neat +With any other guy he didn't have to compete +George was mature, he made sure +That he was the only man I'd ever adore +Girls, have you, ever had a friend +That you'd get with, every now and then? +I know for a fact George had a lot of girls +Spread out from state from state around the world +As long as he was smart and kept his girls in check +Made sure I never saw them and showed me respect +He didn't have to be loyal, like men should be +I don't care about the other girls, just be good to me! +But if I ever saw one, that would be the end +He couldn't kick the storyline that she was just a friend +The girls I didn't care if her ass don't lie +See 'cause Georgie was into making young girls cry +"Kissed the girls and made them cry" +"Kissed the girls and made them cry" +"Kissed the girls and made them cry" +"Kissed the girls and made them cry" +"Kissed the girls and made them cry" +"Can it be I've stayed away too long" +"My world is empty without you, babe" +"Kissed the girls and made them cry" +"Kissed the girls and made them cry" +"Can it be I've stayed away too long" +"My world is..." +"Kissed the girls and..." +[Verse 3] +George was clean, no drugs and such +But once in a while, he'd drink too much +Hangin' in a club where they play rockers +Him and his friend, drinkin' vodka +I was looking for him, and I found him there +With his clothes messed up and his (fucked) up hair +I told him he was messin' up, he wouldn't go far +He got mad and asked his friend for the keys to the car +I said, "Don't drive, use your head +Drive while you're drunk and you'll kill yourself dead" +We begin to argue, bad words were said +Then he got kicked out by some long-haired dread +Ran into the car as if, in a hurry +He started the car but his vision was blurry +He didn't care, he drove off into the night +Riding for miles, without his headlights +Georgie Porgie had too much on his mind +He was still young yet running out of time +Last week he took tests and the doctor told him +George had cancer in his lungs and his colon +See when he was twelve, he started smokin' +Paid no attention when he started chokin' +Thoughts flashed through his head, there they stuck +'Til Georgie Porgie crashed into a truck +I wished I woulda told him how I liked him so much +How he made me feel with the slightest touch +Now he's gone and I can't tell him nothin' +Wish he was here so I could say somethin' +The story is not to say that I'm in sorrow +Just to say no one is promised tomorrow +If you love someone you should say it often +You'll never know when they'll be layin' in a coffin +Wake up, it's important that you know that +No one on Earth is promised tomorrow... +Believe that! And don't think that it can't happen to you +"Kissed the girls and made them cry" +"Kissed the girls and made them cry" +"Can it be I've stayed away too long" +"My world is empty without you, babe" +"Can it be I've stayed away too long" +"My world is empty without you, babe" +"Can it be I've stayed away too long" +"My world is empty without you, babe" +"Can it be I've stayed away too long" +"My world is..." +"Kissed the girls and made them cry" +"Kissed the girls and made them cry" + +Pussy MVP[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +You gonna love me, baby! +Fresh checkerboard Vans and a T-shirt +And it's going down but she first +My flow sweet, make my teeth hurt +I spit ice cream bars, that's dessert +To me there's no such thing as a G-1st +Yea, my feature price high like a mink purse +I smoke a whole reef of the reefer +Drugs are bad but I beg to defer, sir +I just take a look at her face +So she can see that +My shades are Versace and she purr +Cause I'm a cool cat per say +So I give her my life and now I got eight, word +She asked me to go over her place, I said sure +She said shes been horny all day, I got the cure +I'm on her like turf +Now bring that ass, bring that ass +Bring that ass hurr, ya digg? +I, I, I don't know that you been told +But I can tell you something 'bout me +I smoke weed, I drink and I roll +Now is you fucking with me +Now I can't tell you shit 'bout the next man +But he ain't got nothing on me +Cause after a pill and half and a shot of Patrón +I'm a pussy MVPEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Trippy[Intro: Juicy J] +We trippy man +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Uh, blue skies, blue skies +I see you with my red eyes +Bust your fucking grape, nigga +Turn your shit to red wine +Don't fuck up my high, nigga +I'm too gone, bye nigga +She get dick, weed, and ignored +Thats a D.W.I., nigga +My skin crawlin', my walls talkin' +The pictures in here lookin' at me +The ground movin', I'm seeing shit +I'm blowing like I'm stuck in traffic +I'm smoking on that strong +Got me coughin' like I'm getting buried +I've been fucking Mary Jane +I knew her when she was just Virgin Mary +I'm stoned, Mick Jagger +I can run around Saturn +Eyes rolling back +And keep blinking like hazards +I said king me, king me +With my mushroom crown on +I graduated to better drugs +My cap and gown on +Don't knock me off my high horse +What I do is my choice +I'm high as the scoreboard +Bitch, look up at my points +I'm trippin' out, cotton mouth +I got high and fell asleep loaded +I woke up and got high again +OK, I'm reloaded +[Chorus: Juicy J] +Weed, pills, and that drank +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +Weed, pills, and that drank +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +Weed, pills, and that drank +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +Weed, pills, and that drank +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Shoutout to my weed man +Shoutout to my lean man +Pussy ass nigga wanna spark something +I'm a gasoline can +I'm high nigga, don't blow it +I trust it far as I could throw it +I don't know if I'm coming or going +T, make my blunt a Samoan +And I see lights flashing, life passing +Take a bitch home, fuck like rabbits +Styrofoam cups and wine glasses +Shot glasses +Hot flashes +My tongue's numb, I can't talk +No balance, my spine hurts +My mind surf, my eye jerks +I try different drugs, I'm diverse +Goodbye Earth, farewell +High as Heaven, eyes low as Hell +Keep scratching, keep biting my nails +Keep lighting a L, I'm a kite in the air +I like weed brownies and cookies +I'm straight but seeing crooked +I got my trippy kit +I hope I trip and fall in some pussy +Tunechi +[Chorus: Juicy J] +Weed, pills, and that drank +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +Weed, pills, and that drank +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +Weed, pills, and that drank +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +Weed, pills, and that drank +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +[Verse 3: Juicy J] +Musty herb in a Ziploc +Twistin' up top notch +Weed that I smoke, straight off a boat +Six foot bong, tryna see what I toke +This that Cali Kush, I motivate not gloat +All I need is Mary, let the models do the coke +Tryna get some Becky in the backseat of the Ghost +Hit the weed man, tell him that I need a bag +Wake up every morning and I take a drag +Take the blunt, dip it in the lean, then I laugh +In your baby mama ear, and I'm gonna smash +They call me the trippy king, don't try me nigga +Juicy J with the Taylors, Chinese eyes, nigga +[Chorus: Juicy J] +Weed, pills and that drank +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +Weed, pills, and that drank +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +Weed, pills, and that drank +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea +Weed, pills, and that drank +That's my trippy kit, yea +That's my trippy kit, yea25EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Grab Them Heels[Intro:] +What’s up, honey? +Look, I got a roof for us tonight +Just go ahead and search the info for the hotel and all that +Just make sure you wear them heels that I like, right? +Get in tune, stupid! +[Hook: John Blu] +I like it when you’re on top (on top, on top) +I like how you scream out, “don’t stop!” (don’t stop, don’t stop) +The way you put it down +Got it stuck up like you robbin' it, robbin' it, robbin' it +I like it when you grab them heels, grab them heels +I like it when you grab them heels, grab them heels +The way you put it down +Got it stuck up like you robbin' it, robbin' it, robbin' it +[Verse 1: John Blu] +Girl, my body pouting, pick up! +They gonna take this beat, speak up! +Wear them heels and them meds +Put that trench on your back +Put that MAC on them lips +Bring them cuffs, bring that whip +Stretch him out of his bed (go girl!) +Cause I’m gonna go all in (go girl!) +Just call me Jason, cause I’m stabbing it +I’m gonna put my back in it +You gonna grab them heels while I’m on top of you +[Hook] +[Verse 2: Lil Durk] +Girl just hush your mouth +When your man not around +I don't wanna hear no sound +I'mma lay you down, undress you with my eyes +Lick all on your neck +Can’t explain your feelings, can't explain your sex! +I like when you’re on top, keep your heels on babe +I do want that top, need that feeling, babe +Every main girl need a man, to drive him crazy +So count on me, so count on me! +Red bottoms match your lipsticks +Red bone, what you mixed with? +Trying to get you to business +Just be in my business +OK, who your friends is? +All I need is a misses +All I need your sexing +Your touching, your kissing +[Verse 3: John Blu] +Girl is on tonight +Cause I can’t see myself laying alone tonight +I got so much in mind that I want to try +You gonna be my test dummy +You gonna feel me in your stomach +Pin them legs, ain’t no running, girl! +Grab them heels, bite that lip +Girl, you’re such a perfect fit +I love the way you’re working it, uh! +I just want to make love +Hit it like we’re making love +Tonight we gonna like it when you’re on top, on top, on top +I like the way you scream out, don’t stop (don’t stop, uh) +The way you put it down +Got it stuck up like you’re robbing it, robbing it! +I like it when you grab them heels, grab them heels +The way you put it down +Got it stuck up like you’re robbing it, robbing it!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Promise[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Damn, she bad +Damn, she thick +And I may not know her perfect +But damn, she it +And she thick, and she right +Damn, she nice +You can be my judge, baby, yeah, I'll do life, give me life +And I know that you be dancing till your toes hurt +But I can make your toes curl, I can make your soul jerk +We can soul-search +And I also got that street credit, I got more work— +Than any dude you knew +Girl, I am a Blood, soo-woo, ahaha! +I hear you want somebody you can call "boo" +I will change my name to "Boo," and fuck around and call you +Now, what you wanna do? Haha +Because whatever that may be, baby, I wan' do that, too +And ooh, I could GPS you—ooh, what you going through? +Like a pair of wet-and-sticky Vickies, girl, I'm on you +Okay, ma, the mood is so right +Light two and take flight +My big bro T.I. is the king, I am your prince, your knight, right +You don't need a Superman +You just need a man like Weezy (Baby!) +Haha! And I can make you feel the same way +We can postpone and stay home like a rain-day +"She'll have the salad, just put her on Wayne's plate" +What you know 'bout having syrup poured on that pancake? +Nasty as I wanna be, or nasty as you like me to— +Be; I hope you like me too +But now, you know I like you, too +Three A.M. room service, serve ya +You can be my dessert, be my caramel sherbet +Call your mama, we can make a baby +And the way you work that mic in the video is so (Crazy!) +And that chair or stool move was cool +You make me wanna "ooh!" +But I'ma be cool, I need a moment +I think you are the finest human on earth +We can get together, I can help you with that homework +Take your ass to school, too, boo +Teach you all the rules you never knew +We need a moment +I could be your future, I could be your teacher +Be your professor, write down this lecture +You want some extra credit? Let me check your homework +I could be your tutor and help you with exams +No failing, or it's summertime for you, haha +You got them "Goodies," and I got a sweet tooth +Now, can y'all blame me? +Shit, Hov got Bey +And I just want Ci +See, I just wan' see if you're taller than me +No, really, I want see if you're my "Mrs. Carter"-to-be, haha +Yeah, I know, this is pretty awkward for me +But I just act like you are talking to me when you say... +[Interlude: Ciara] +(Oh!) I mean everything that I say +From the bottom of my heart +I would never, never ever hurt you +[Lil Wayne] +(I open my heart) Believe that, and I agree that +Open up your heart to me and you won't get the key back +Ms. Ciara, you are colder then blue +And baby, I ain't talking to nobody else but (You) +[Refrain: Ciara] +(There's nothing I won't do) +There's nothing I won't do, baby +(To spend my life with you) +To spend my life with you +(I'll give my all to you) +I promise I will never lie to you, boy +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, Weezy F +Who better? Who else? But me? Haha +Hey, sweetheart, I don't care what nobody say +Real niggas gon' respect it, you dig? +Ayy, darling, you are all that! +Whatever that is +I'd sure like to know +Let me cut that out man, ayy, straight up +I just did this, mama, 'cause you— you deserve it +Young Carter +I'm out!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Knock Knock Remix[Intro: Kanye West (Monica)] +Yo Monica, I know you shootin' that video in there +Aw, you just ain't gon' let me in the video, huh? +No no, i-it's me, Kanye West (It's funny how the tables turn) +You know, th-throw your diamonds up? Through the wire? (turn) +You ain't seen my video, heh? (turn, turn) +You know, I- like me and Missy we did this song +Together whatever +Um, okay, well +[Interlude: Kanye West] +I can't keep knockin' and keep rockin' and keep poppin' +I keep droppin' and keep poppin' and keep rockin' +But I can't keep knockin' and keep knockin' +And keep poppin' and keep rockin' +Let's get it poppin' +[Missy Elliot {*overlaps Kanye West Interlude*] +So upset +This that hot shit +Uh huh, yeah +New Monica! +[Verse 1: Kanye West] +Now you ain't let me in the video (true) +Play me like Semi did Arsenio (true) +I'm Kanye from the Chi city yo (who?) +I'm the nigga that did the beat yo +You know we too old for this like Holyfield still boxin' +Ya will watch and I look back, ya still watchin' +What he got that I ain't got? I got Benz +I got rims, not 20s but I got 10s +Real real clean, come and get your rear wheel cleaned +She did what with who? Man I hear things +Like when I was doin' my dirt and she heard things +Up worryin' while she wore her ring +Now she got a fling and where's her ring? +That [?VVS?] is in the purse now, feelin's in the dirt now +Somebody buyin' the bar, quenchin' her thirst now +Somebody bought her a dress, she in the church now +And what's worse now, she ain' gotta work now +She cuffed an NBA player from the first round +I grabbed her neck and made it hurt to breathe +She said "Security, this jerk could leave" +And uh +[Verse 2: Monica] +So do just what you want anytime that you really like +I put a payment on my place, you'll be sleepin' alone tonight +So don't you come knockin' +[Hook (Monica)] +Knock knock knock, stop knocking +Don't come knocking at my do' +(Don't you come knockin' at, whoa) +Ring ring ring, let the phone stop +I don't want you calling me no mo' +[Kanye West {*overlaps chorus*} +Yo this the remix, and I'm Kon the Louis Vuitton Don +Or you can call me Louis XIV +By the way cause I dropped out of the fourteenth grade +[Verse 3: Monica (Kanye West)] +I used to be so gone +You were someone I could lean on +My life support system (uh huh) +And I thought I couldn't breathe, ah ah +When you used to leave, yep (ye) yep (ye) +I see you put yo clean on +Big chains, gold teeth, and yo gleam on (Roc-a-Fella chain) +All night wanna be gone +Wanna tell me stay home like I got a [fuckin'] ring on +Now you say I'm not your wife, right right (you like wifey) +So why should I be chillin'? goodnight goodnight (oh) +Now pack up my things for a flight (ok) +I got a place and it's fixed up nice +So don't come knocking at my do' (aw man) +I got company comin 'round fo' +So whoa whoa, haha, yeah +[Hook (Kanye West)] +I don't want you callin' me no mo' +Knock, knock, knock, stop knocking (yeah) +Don't come knocking at my door +[Interlude: Kanye West] +And I can't keep knockin' and keep rockin' +Let's get it poppin' and that's stoppin' +[Hook] +Ring ring ring, let the phone stop +I don't want you calling me no mo' +[Outro: Kanye West] +What up Really Doe, I see you +Hey the [?Loc?] gon' be mad as hell when we go on tour +You see I already got GLC up outta there +Aw we finna blow man +You know we got the game on smash +John Monopoly, Don C +Plain Pat what up? +Yeah, you know I got that boogie +And Jay boogie well +Yeah, what up Roc? +Yeah, [?Arrow Stah?] +What up Tiffany, I see you +[Outro: Monica {*overlaps Kanye West*] +Changed my locks, took my things +Can't come in +Changed my locks, took my things +Can't come in +I don't want you calling me no mo' + +Code Red[Verse 1: Jean Grae] +See every life brings a moment of intense hatred +Body inseminated with foul thoughts and drained patience +Most likely waited out, [?] +Chasing the cloud before you start thinking of +Lacing a crowd of people with a round of bullets flying free +Visioning bodies dying in threes +Temperature dropping from 98.6 degrees +And their souls leaving their bodily shell +Well, probably do well to flee the scene +Before the cops arrive and shoot you up until you rotting in Hell +I'm saying, I know that most of y'all relating +Even hatred flashbacks, are subsequently losing it +Niggas without guns are those who used to using it +With index fingers locked in trigger-pulling positions +No matter which category you fit in, listen +It's a dark day, cluttered thoughts like crowds on +Eastern parkways +Try to calm your heart with spears [?] +Your girl cheated on you with your cousin +Or she tells you that she's eating for two, and then you find out that she really wasn't +Your man hit on your mom, your dad dislocated your arm +For fighting with him when he knew he was wrong +Your boss fired you, the week before the rent is due +Your wife lied to you +Your husband caught him with a guy or two, you're trying to +Just not invoke the spirit of Satan into your hands +Do something you might regret, cause something has gotta let +This demon is creeping up to the surface of your brain +Working overtime to plan escapes from running from your murder route +It's nervous, I've heard it before, cause I've been there +Balanced on a thin line ready to topple at any time or anywhere +Anytime, anywhere +Anytime, anywhere +[Hook] +Cause love... +So difficult to live it up, just give it up +Let's switch it up to hate, let's bitch and fuss +You see cause love is based on trust +And I've been hurt too much to take that leap of faith +I'll wrap and keep it safe and save face +So say your grace cause we just don't give a fuck +[Verse 2: Jean Grae] +I can hear voices screaming of angels and devils schemin' +To crawl up my shoulders and just duke it out +Throw it up, puke it out +The pit of my stomach is bleeding +The shit that I'm thinking is turning me green +And I'm losing it quick, confusin' random people +Walking with niggas that I wanna get back +The slack of my stride is heart boppin' +My feet knocking on pavement like I'm cracking it in fours +My mental math is way off course +Columbus style, my dental work is fake out smiles +Hatin' myself for fading into the pit of the blackness +No anger management course can even switch a track of +Thinking I'm sinking in deeper, meetin' the reaper, chillin' +Sippin' shots of tequila, while he's kickin' it to women, where's the ether +[Verse 3: Black McCloud] +Breathe the sulfur, the brimstone +Fear and suffering alone +I [?] and comfort me like Jim Jones +Recruiting clones and cliques and clans +The pick of the litter, the follow the leader, then sinking in quicksand +With no particular plan, I'm just slick with a sinister scam +Politicking, promising to deliver the land +'Til they kissing the ring on the hand of the king +The gospel, spreading like a venomous thing +'Til my name in the tenements ring, generous with nothing +Greedy with the riches, for all the times I got +Beat in this business, cheating on bitches +Feeding the sickness, like a cancer eating at your skin +Leaving you tit-less, witless, only Jehovah would witness +Satan is grinning cause he's winning, loving the hatred +In this age where nothing is sacred +We covet thy neighbor's wives, under the covers +They mothers lie naked with they daughter's baby's fathers +In the wake of modern day harvest +Cities burn like Sodom and Gomorrah +The concurrent nightmares might occur again +Anytime, anywhere +Anytime, anywhere +Anytime, anywhere +[Hook] +Cause love... +So difficult to live it up, just give it up +Let's switch it up to hate, let's bitch and fuss +You see cause love is based on trust +And I've been hurt too much to take that leap of faith +I'll wrap and keep it safe and save face +So say your grace cause we just don't give a fuck +[Verse 4: Pumpkinhead] +We interchange with gases that you breathing and dying +The heat of the night, the streets are bright +With heat seekers in flight +Them patriot missiles that whistle and streak through the skies +People fight for their right to kiss their freedom goodbye +I don't love her, but I keep it inside and +Never speak of the times I cheated +I just beat her and leave her believing the lies +I'm trying to stop the leak in my eye +I cry for the weak who have pride +But won't see a piece of the pie +Who forfeit them to the system and let it eat them alive +Listen my mission is to sufficiently try +Not to lose a piece of my mind +And change to a deranged piece of a guy +And take aim at the ones that chain us by the feet +And leave us die +And told us the evilest lie +To the people that fed them drugs in needles to get high +Conspiracy theory is clear to me +But when I speak, my people don't hear me, I'm getting followed by M.I.B +Constantly fearing retaliation for my revelation +I find myself panicking in a train station +My nation is racist, I hate this +I'm anxious to take this nickle plated shit +And blast my way out of a matrix +This world of fakeness is faceless, face it +Every life has its moment of intense hatred +[Hook] +Cause love... +So difficult to live it up, just give it up +Let's switch it up to hate, let's bitch and fuss +You see cause love is based on trust +And I've been hurt too much to take that leap of faith +I'll wrap and keep it safe and save face +So say your grace cause we just don't give a fuck + +Hate Me Now[Produced by D Moet, Pretty Boy & Trackmasters] +[Intro: Nas and Puff Daddy] +Escobar Season has returned +It's been a long time, been a long time comin' +It's life or death for me now +But you know, there's no turnin' back now +This is what makes me, this is what I am +Feel me? Let's go +[Chorus 1: Puff Daddy and Nas] +You can hate me now, (Q.B.) +But I won't stop now (Real niggas) +'Cause I can't stop now, (Bravehearts) +You can hate me now (C'mon) +But I won't stop now +'Cause I can't stop now +You can hate me now +You can hate me now +[Ad-lib over Chorus: Puff Daddy (Nas)] +Well, you hate me, I'm gon' hate you too +It's as simple as that +Die motherfucker, die motherfucker, die! +You don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck +Go down any way you want it to go down (do it now) +Weak, jealous motherfuckers! (do it now, do it now) +Fuck y'all! +[Verse 1: Nas] +Don't hate me, hate the money I see, clothes that I buy +Ice that I wear, flows that I try +Close your eyes, picture me rollin', Sixes, money foldin' +Bitches, honeys that swollen to riches, Nas get in ya +Most critically acclaimed Pulitzer Prize winner +Best storyteller, thug narrator, my style's greater +Model dater, big threat to a lot of you haters +Commentators ringside try watchin' my paper +Almost a decade, quite impressive +Most of the best is in the essence for this rap shit that I stand for +Expandin' more to the big screen, Bill Gates dreams +But it seems you'd rather see me in jail with state greens +Want me off the scene fast, but good things last +Like your favorite MC still makin' some mean cash +First rapper to bring a platinum plaque back to the projects +But you still wanna hate, be my guest, I suggest +[Ad-libs: Puff Daddy] +Money is power, motherfucker! +I got millions of thugs on salary +[Chorus 2: Puff Daddy] +You can hate me now, (I won't stop) +But I won't stop now (I can't stop) +'Cause I can't stop now, (You can hate me) +You can hate me now (I hate you too) +But I won't stop now (You can hate me now) +'Cause I can't stop now (Cmon) +You can hate me now (You can hate me now) +You can hate me now +[Ad-Libs: Nas and Puff Daddy] +Do it now! I told you, do it now! +Let's go +[Verse 2: Nas] +You wanna hate me, then hate me; what can I do +But keep gettin' money? Funny, I was just like you +I had to hustle hard, never give up, until I made it +Now y'all sayin': "That's a clever nigga, nothin' to play with." +Hate on me, I blew but I'm the same OG +People warn me, when you're on top there's envy +Took my niggas out the hood, but you doubt on us +Sayin' we left the hood but can't get it out of us +My bad, should I step out my shoes, give 'em to you? +Here's my cars and my house, you can live in that too +Criticize when I flow for the streets, hate my dress code +Gucci this, Fendi that – what you expect, ho? +Nickname Esco, took this game to its threshold +Best flow, I bet the whole U.S. know +Try to make it like you the realest, but who the illest? +Think we all know the answer to that, 'cause niggas feel this, right? +[Ad-libs: Puff Daddy] +You think I'ma come this far +And let you niggas stop me now? +I hate you too! +[Chorus 2: Puff Daddy] +You can hate me now, (I won't stop) +But I won't stop now (I can't stop) +'Cause I can't stop now, (You can hate me) +You can hate me now (I hate you too) +But I won't stop now (You can hate me now) +'Cause I can't stop now (You can hate me now) +You can hate me now +You can hate me now +[Ad-libs: Puff Daddy] +I like this, I like the way this feels +[Verse 3: Nas] +It's a thin line between paper and hate +Friends and snakes, nine milli's and thirty-eights +Hell or the Pearly Gates; I was destined to come +Predicted, blame God, he blew breath in my lungs +Second to none, wicked turn wives to widows +Shoot through satin pillows, the desolate one +Took a little time to claim my spot +Chairman of the board until this game stop, and I side with the Lord +Ride for the cause while drivin' niggas shot at my doors +Plottin' I'm sure, to catch me with they Glocks to my jaws +Tried stickin' me up, but I flipped on these ducks +Instead of me, ambulances were pickin' them up +Niggas fear what they don't understand +Hate what they can't conquer, guess it's just the fury of man +Became a monster, on top of the world, never fallin' +I'm as real as they come, from day one, forever ballin', c'mon! +[Ad-libs: Puff Daddy] +You ain't never seen a nigga like me ever in your life +And that's what you can't understand! +[Chorus 2: Puff Daddy] +You can hate me now, (I won't stop) +But I won't stop now (I can't stop) +'Cause I can't stop now, (You can hate me) +You can hate me now (I hate you too) +But I won't stop now (You can hate me now) +'Cause I can't stop now (You can hate me now) +You can hate me now +You can hate me now +[Outro: Puff Daddy and Nas] +You can hate me now, (C'mon, niggas!) +But I won't stop now (Do it now! Get this shit over with!) +It ain't gon' never stop, niggas!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Live From Kissena Blvd(Hook) +Ayo I represents Queens +Yea, you already know, come on +You know what time it is +Ayo I represents Queens +Please, let em know +Ayo I represents Queens +Bam bam yea yea uh +Statik +Yo I represents Queens, I prop scenes up +Yea +(Verse 1 - Action Bronson) +Yea the cops set me up, tried to play Action +Good thing I’m like Peyton with the play action +Gold wagon need a diaper cause I’m shitting on em +No lying, engine like a retarded lion +Very special, twist pussy like pretzel +The driver named Fletcher +Sit in the back of the Cadillac stretcher +Maroon dash, air bloom when the platoon blast +Blue grass in the Jag playing jazz +Beige rider glove on my hand +Damn call me Bam Bam Baklava +Sell ten out the minivan like a soccer mom +Back flip out the eight +Doctor Octagon, Aqua Huaraches on +Put the fork in the pasta with the Shiitakes on it +Ain’t a dime, get a move without Papi on it +Green paper, motherfuckers left sloppy for it +Come on, come on +(Hook) +(Verse 2 - Action Bronson) +Throw the left hook, knock a horse out +World came from across town, I put the fork down +Through the knapkin and the dessert disgusted +Lick the mustard, kiss my cousin +Motherfuck you know I do my thing, it’s nothing +Suede patches on the elbow of the jacket +Fodd saver bags for the green crack +Toast to Sesame seeds on the sea bass +Candy skywalker Adidas +Sitting courtside heat jazz +Please, my bitch squeeze at 45 degrees +While I shift the V with Mystique +Kiss on your cheek, go to sleep +I roll the leaf up uh, cut through the block with Queen Latifa +A hundred grand wrapped in a flag of Trinidad +I been a dad, smoke dope, got the same taste as a lemon head +I wanna meet the bitch that invented head +Korean meats laid on a lettuce bed, roll up +(Hook)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Looks Like Money[Hook] +I-I look like money +I smell like money +I talk money money +My girl got money +I look like money +I smell like money +I talk money money +My girl got money +[Verse 1] +Yeah +Cash money that's so last year +Now when I do a show they gotta pay me in gold +You talking bout bread? Gotta pay me the loafs +Be sipping on Rose we making a toast +Celebrate to the good life +I'm married to the money, I'm a good wife +Hundred grand for a show that's a good night +What it look like? What it smell like? +(Money, money) +I'm smelling like I'm fresh out the bank +Y'all ain't getting money? Oh y'all can't relate +Kimmy go hard in the motherfucking paint +I'm dunking on you hoes like Blake +Let's separate the real from the fake +The workers from the bosses, most the nice stones +Turn them diamonds that's flawless +I'm a winner, I ain't good at taking losses +And we don't fuck with 911 that's just the cautious +[Hook] x2 +[Verse 2] +Yeah +See me looking like a hundred bill +Like Lewinsky I'm trying to blow a Bill +50 grand in that Hermes bag +Cause reptile like all you snakes in the grass +They like "Girl you be killing 'em!" +No longer single, I just married Benjamins +So tell a friend to tell a friend that it's Kim again +Yeah the queen is back and I'm bout to finish 'em +Yeah my attitude like fuck it +Show game rough more than your whole budget +You already know it's the best that ever done this +So them other hoes they can pack it up like luggage +Smell like money, talk like money +VVSs that'd make a rainy day sunny +Little Kim the goddess, Playboy bunny +And we do the money dance like niggas do the doggie yeeeeah! +[Hook] x2 +[Outro] +Like money +Like money +Like money +Money money +Got money +Got money +Got money +Money money +Like money +Like money +Like money +Money money +Got money +Money money + +Prom Queen (Promo Only clean edit)I loved her fancy underwear +I set behind her every year +Waiting for the chance to get +To tell her I'm the one she should be with +Shes' popular with all the guys +So innocent in my eyes +I could see her in my life +She would've had the world if she was mine +But see she had other plans +I couldn't understand +Her and her stupid friends +Varsity's biggest fans +Never forget the day +She laughed and walked away +And I couldn't stop her +I guess she had it all +She had it all figured out +But she left me with a broken heart +Fucked around and turned me down +Cause she didn't think I could play the part +But now the prom queen,the prom queen +Is crying sitting outside of my door +She you never know how +How everything could turn around +Uhh +They loved her fancy underwear +Every boyfriend every year +She tried to keep em entertained +When they can hardly remember her name +She did everything she could just to +To make him love and treat her good +Just to find herself alone +Asking herself where did she go wrong-ong-ong +She didn't realise +She chased the type of guys +That don't believe in ties +Trying to apologise +Never forget the day +She laughed and walked away +And I couldn't stop her +I guess she had it all +She had it all figured out +But she left me with a broken heart +Fucked around and turned me down +Cause she didn't think I could play the part +But now the prom queen,the prom queen +Is crying sitting outside of my door +She you never know how +How everything could turn around +Get up! +She had it all figured out +But she left me with a broken heart +Fucked around and turned me down +Cause she didn't think I could play the part +But now the prom queen,the prom queen +Is crying sitting outside of my door +She you never know how +How everything could turn aroundEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Nas Will Prevail[Verse 1] +It ain't hard to tell, I excel and prevail +The mic comes in contact with the third rail +My raps react, they attack the wack just like a maniac +With this, see, I'm a brainiac +I'll call you tattoo, you never come off +I flip the script with a sawed-off, boss +A modern Shakespeare—reincarnated +Brains are elevated, I'm bein' R rated +This style is terror, drastic +Meltin' the plastic, and I eat mics just like acid +Burn your pen and pads, mics you'll need not +'Cause I be packin' like a Rasta in a weed spot +Hittin' your heart with a hollow-tip, verbally illin' +Minds manipulated, my raps are nickel-plated +I execute rap like I'm swingin' an axe around +This is a mic shut down +Notify the President that I'm bombin' your residence +And I'm leavin' no evidence +Voice box yells, lyrics'll excel +Rappers gettin' smoked, you can smell the hot shells +Your style is fake, snake, well dramatized +You might as well be a singer but ain't harmin' Nas/harmonized +Here's the break, I'mma translate lyrics so well +I excel, it ain't hard to tell +[Hook] +It ain't hard to tell +[Verse 2] +I got a case of vocal fever, I'm here to make you a believer +Nas wrecks the tweeters and receivers +Lyrics'll explode, my brain overloads +Gimme a Grammy, competition is dead just like Sammy +I leave minds magnetized like slaves +Your style is old fashioned like waves +Holdin' a pistol at a pastor, pullin' the trigger faster +Tell him I was sent by his Master +But that topic's too deep for your ear +Here's the science you can comprehend clear +Advanced intellectual, a time bomb speeder +I'll know your whole card just like a palm reader +Non-stop, I'm bustin' heads like the FEDs, baby pops +This is not the Kindergarten Cop +Put on your blindfold, I'mma release and stand tall +I detonate bombs at the Policeman's Ball +This is art from the heart +I leave 'em marked for death in each breath +In this game, I'm the ref +Already I'm ill, but I can only get better +With lyrics as pretty as a nickel-plated Beretta +I master dialects of uncommon languages +A black man caught by the Klan couldn't hang with this +These are proverbs, copy cat attackers, huh +I'm wanted dead 'cause I'm a genocide to rappers +Battlin' Nas is dead when my brain reacts +You might as well have fell asleep on a train track +This ain't the same track that you're used to +This is rhythmatic, automatic, try it, you oughta have it +Slaughter your tape recorder, givin' thanks to my supporters +And keep flowin' like water +No matter the obstacle, Nasty Nas will prevail +Ayo, it ain't hard to tell +[Hook] +It ain't hard to tell +[Verse 3] +Check it +I catch wreck with my intellect, suckers are incorrect +I'm gonna win 'cause you slept +On Nas, word is bond, I leave the microphone torn +False rappers, you need to write your own song +Metaphors are murder, man, hittin' like Roberto Duran +Hold the mic in my hand, my life span +Imitators will sweat me like gym class +Your raps are fat, shit, then I'll be Slim Fast +New rap recruits—I salute then delete 'em +Verbally eat 'em, because my ears don't need 'em +Nas is a terrorist, analyst +Swingin' my fists like a nigga breakin', possessed by Satan +You couldn't compete with a beat that was fast or slow +Brothers is gettin' shipped out like I was Castro +I can eat your flavor, but I'm not a candy lover +I use a Lethal Weapon, just like Danny Glover +I execute monologues, sabotage entourage +Mutilate mics like a maniac at large +I talk with slang, and use my brain +Generate pain, penetrate your vein +Move like a maniac, Nas is nice, son +Talk to your conscience and hit like Tyson +No competition, 'cause I cause wonders +Nas will battle rappers by the football numbers +A motor mouth killer, rhyme-writin' thriller +Hold a Mac-11, and attack a reverend +Don't sleep 'cause you might not wake +I speak deep, dialects I translate +Me and friends commit sins on the regular +Murder my competitors, and et cetera +Nas is a gypsy, Egyptian +Flippin' the script and microphone manufacturers are victims +My voice makes your ear drums swell +It ain't hard to tellEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Drama Never Ends[Hook] +I get that dirt, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe +Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me +The drama's gonna never end, never end +Keep thinkin' I'm playin' +I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin’ head, you get to testin' me +You call the cops and I get knocked, I swear to the death of me +The drama's gonna never end, never end +Keep thinkin' I'm playin' +[Verse 1] +It's hard, yeah, it's hard, this that New York shit +That black glove, wood grip, outline 'em in chalk shit +I don't wanna talk, say a prayer for my enemies +Droptop, ten shots, I'll make your ass a memory +Time to ride, homicide, I'm down with it +I'll wave that chopper, hit your whip and shake the ground with it +Fuck with N dot Bonepart, get your ass blown apart +Hip hop's Napoleon, you know war, you know me then +I'll hunt you like a great dane +Hit you, hit you like a freight train +Run off with your fake chains +I'll give you mothafuckas somethin' to believe in +Knife work your lungs, I'll make it hard to breathe in +Little shit could be a big enough reason +You're dancin' with the wolves, fool, better feed them +I feel for you, you ain't ready for the outcome +Nigga I'll get at you all week with the same gun +[Hook] +I get that dirt, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe +Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me +The drama's gonna never end, never end +Keep thinkin' I'm playin' +I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin’ head, you get to testin' me +You call the cops and I get knocked, I swear to the death of me +The drama's gonna never end, never end +Keep thinkin' I'm playin' +[Verse 2] +Me I punch every nigga first I had a fight with +Maybe it's genetics, mama made me like this +Cocaine baby, problem child, half crazy +Children of the Corn, I've been warned so long +Big strap for robberies with my little 380 +I'll make your little lady miscarry a baby +You leave the scene unseen when I get to trippin' +Pistol whip your head hard enough to blur your vision +What up, comrade, salute, I pull rank, I got bank +Just fucked up work, askin' if we'll use shanks +Every clique I'm in my clique, nigga, I run shit +I put in my own work, run, get who you gon' get +This is how it feels when you squeeze a Smith & Wesson +When talk is not an option, it's a form of expression +You got to go to work on a nigga +The red shit comin' through the shirt on a nigga +My gift to a gravedigger +[Hook] +I get that dirt, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe +Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me +The drama's gonna never end, never end +Keep thinkin' I'm playin' +I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin’ head, you get to testin' me +You call the cops and I get knocked, I swear to the death of me +The drama's gonna never end, never end +Keep thinkin' I'm playin'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Dive In[Intro] +Yeah +Cook that shit up, Quay +Ain't been in the studio for like three or four weeks, you know what I'm sayin' +I been caught up in some mo' shit, you dig +Okay, okay, okay, okay +[Chorus] +Jump off the jump rope, I'm tryna dive in +Quarter million dollars all on my skin +Tote this F&N like I got license +Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin' +Jump off the jump rope, I'm tryna dive in +Quarter million dollars all on my skin +Tote this F&N like I got license +Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin' +[Verse 1] +I used to trap out the store +I ain't have nowhere to go +I had a pound in my coat +Payin' J's to watch out for the folks +Hit the stick like I'm playin' Madden +Should I do it, nigga couldn't imagine +Skippa Da Flippa, young nigga havin' +I get the money, I don't do no dabbin' +Maison Margiella on Monday, I rock Givenchy on Tuesday +Wednesday I rock Ferragamo, Thursday I'm wearing my Louis +Friday I come out in Fendi, I got bitches tryna do me +Designered down, I be groovin', livin' life like a movie +You can't stand next to me +[Chorus] +Jump off the jump rope, I'm tryna dive in +Quarter million dollars all on my skin +Tote this F&N like I got license +Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin' +Jump off the jump rope, I'm tryna dive in +Quarter million dollars all on my skin +Tote this F&N like I got license +Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin' +[Verse 2] +Lil' nigga but my shirt off +Pull up with the pack and skrt off +Niggas softer than a Nerf ball +I ain't never heard of none y'all +Niggas say they really in the streets +Why I ain't never seen you in the street? +Bitch you can go and ask about me +They'll tell you that I'm really in the streets +I don't give a fuck about making no song +I was standing in the spot, tryna work my phone +Had to do it on my own, lil' nigga I'm grown +You can hate from afar just watch your tone +Do anything for them racks +I used to sleep with them roaches and rats +They tellin' me I should rap +I'm tryna get off this pack +[Chorus] +Jump off the jump rope, I'm tryna dive in +Quarter million dollars all on my skin +Tote this F&N like I got license +Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin' +Jump off the jump rope, I'm tryna dive in +Quarter million dollars all on my skin +Tote this F&N like I got license +Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin'1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Violent Crimes[Intro: 070 Shake] +Fallin', dreamin', talkin' in your sleep +I know you want to cry all night, all night +Plottin', schemin', findin' +Reason to defend all of your violent nights +Promise me you will see +[Chorus: 070 Shake] +Don't you grow up in a hurry, your mom'll be worried, aw +It was all part of the story, even the scary nights +Thank you for all of the glory, you will be remembered, aw +Thank you to all of the heroes of the night (night, night) +They gotta repaint the colors, the lie is wearin' off +Reality is upon us, colors drippin' off +Colors drippin' off +[Verse: Kanye West] +Niggas is savage, niggas is monsters +Niggas is pimps, niggas is players +'Til niggas have daughters, now they precautious +Father, forgive me, I'm scared of the karma +'Cause now I see women as somethin' to nurture +Not somethin' to conquer +I hope she like Nicki, I make her a monster +Not havin' ménages, I'm just bein' silly +I answered the door like Will Smith and Martin +Nigga, do we have a problem? +Matter fact, Marlon, this ain't Meet the Fockers +I'll beat his ass, pray I beat the charges +No, Daddy don't play, not when it come to they daughters +Don't do no yoga, don't do pilates +Just play piano and stick to karate +I pray your body's draped more like mine +And not like your mommy's +Just bein' salty, but niggas is nuts +And I am a nigga, I know what they want +I pray that you don't get it all at once +Curves under your dress, I know it's pervs all on the net +All in the comments, you wanna vomit +That's your baby, you love her to death +Now she cuttin' class and hangin' with friends +You break a glass and say it again +She can't comprehend the danger she in +If you whoop her ass, she move in with him +Then he whoop her ass, you go through it again +But how you the devil rebukin' the sin? +Let's pray we can put this behind us +I swear that these times is the wildest +She got the scars, they serve as reminders +Blood still on her pajamas +But yesterday is dead, yeah, moment of silence +Next, she'll be off to college and then at the altar +'Cause she know that niggas is savage, niggas is monsters +Niggas is pimps, niggas is players, 'til niggas have daughters +Niggas is pimps, niggas is players, 'til niggas have daughters +[Chorus: 070 Shake & Ty Dolla $ign] +Don't you grow up in a hurry, your mom'll be worried, aw +It was all part of the story, even the scary nights +Thank you for all of the glory, you will be remembered, aw +Thank you to all of the heroes of the night (night, night) +They gotta repaint the colors, the lie is wearin' off +Reality is upon us, colors drippin' off +Colors drippin' off +[Outro: Nicki Minaj] +I'm saying it like... +"I want a daughter like Nicki, aw, man, I promise +I'ma turn her to a monster, but no ménages" +I don't know how you saying it but, let 'em hear this + +Suicide Watch[Dialing] +[Phone rings] +[Intro: Puff Daddy sample] +Hello? Oh shit, nigga, oh shit +What the fuck is going on? +[Chorus: 50 Cent (The Notorious B.I.G. sample)] +(When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell) +I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell (yeah) +(Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion) +I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion (yeah) +(When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell) +I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell (uh huh) +(Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion) +I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion +[Verse 1: 50 Cent] +Some niggas is broke, trying to be on some don shit +Me? I'm a grunt, comfortable in that conflict +Go 'head nigga stunt, it's cool 'til I get on it +You can keep the blunt, but that chain, nigga, we want it +Call it a jux or whatever you wanna call it +Call the police and get hit with a clip for it +You know how I move, that semi here on my waistline +Ain't nobody ever gave me shit, nigga, I take mine +I run in your crack house, MAC out, screaming "Go 'head make me" +Duct-tape you, the fiends and that snotty nose baby +Calm down and cooperate 'fore I hit you +With some shit that doc'll operate for hours you coward +[Chorus: 50 Cent (The Notorious B.I.G. sample)] +(When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell) +I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell +(Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion) +I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion +(When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell) +I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell +(Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion) +I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion +[Verse 2: 50 Cent] +I tried to keep it cool these hobby niggas make me violent +I split your fucking head, yeah, that would stop your ass from whining +Baby, I'm delusional, distorted, no defying +You think you can play me? Pussy, go 'head, nigga, try it +I fell I broke my arm, I felt pain when I was six +They kill mommy at it, by 12 I was selling knicks +See me I'm a survivor, I tell a nigga suck a dick +And niggas know I'm strapped so they ain't saying shit +Me? I'm a party pooper, I be fucking up the fun +These niggas wanna stunt, I wanna get at 'em with my gun +Since a little nigga, I been on the same shit +Don't act like something new when you see niggas getting hit (What up, BIG?) +[Chorus: 50 Cent (The Notorious B.I.G. sample)] +(When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell) uh huh +I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell (whaat?) +(Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion) +I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion +(When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell) +I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell +(Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion) +I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion +[Bridge: 50 Cent] +I'm Notoriousssss! +Biggie ain't around, now you need me, alright? +I'm Notoriousssss! +You can chill with 'Pac, nigga, in your next life +I'm Notoriousssss! +[Outro: 50 Cent] +It's 50, nigga, I'm back mashed, what's up? +Man, this shit getting ready to change, man, telling you, mane +Motherfucking gangstas can't do the skanky leg +What's next, mane? +You gon' be dropping it low like a stripper? Oh, shit +I'm trying to fit in and I can't fit in, damn, I'M BACK, BABY!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +We March as Millions"It's much more than a march +It will be the beginning of a movement +Millions more movement; let us begin" +"Tell us what you hear" +[Nas] +Dear people of the globe +I hope that you're in good health +By the time my voice hit you +I hope it all is well with you +My mission is to bail with you +Touch upon some real issues +Senators, Government Officials +Sit at the conference and listen +Have a Coke or mineral water and say I'm reminiscing +George L. Jackson, Malcolm X last wind when I'm rapping +Americans, Africans, Asians, Russians, and Arab men +Send your clergymen to journey with Nas from Queens, projects +I promise an unforgettable experience +Compare me with, Amenhotep get in more debt +History was stolen, get in my zone +What makes the powers that be, less gangsta then Al Capone? +The Rosetta stone was stolen like Chicago was +Think I'm a thug?, let's talk about some conquerors +Napoleon, Sun Tzu, Genghis Khan +Hitler, Edi Amin, Attila the Hun +Let's bring back to the cat that invented the gun +From the Indians all the way to the Pentagon +I'm sitting on Capitol Hill +I'm composing this rhyme, guaranteed to make all of y'all feel +The beauty that was trapped under siege +Believe in yourself you'll be free, take it from me +[Voice Samples] +"We will not surrender or we will not back down, we keep overacting" +["Throw up a fist for black power" --Nas +"Tell us what you hear" +"Why do we march? to protest Government policy +We march because it's time to fight back +We march for education" +"Throw up a fist for black power" [--Nas +"Tell us what you hear" +"Why do we march? we march to save the soul of America" +[Nas] +The rejection of what's right could mean you in denial +It either breaks you or makes you becomes hostile +I swallow many lies before tasting the truth +In the beginning there was darkness, beautiful you +How will life be without night?, no tranquility? +No way to get away and rest, no stability? +I can't see the sky without the moon and the stars +The sunlight blocking everything, the king I'm in raw +People worship the Madonna in the shrines in Spain's +I'm proud to share the same blood type in veins +The holy mother -- the loneliest color remains +Can't be tampering, diluted the chains +They try make you not want it, make you run from it +The wickedest men, want the ebony punished +It's so seductive, it's sensuous in my clutches +Hot as fire when Moses saw burning bushes +So abused and misused and mistreated +Naked men wanna get drunk and get weed it +People wild when she comes out pull out and party +Catch her body, fornicate some start beef +Chain reaction cause it's in the air +The lost tribe scattered everywhere +From the North thru West Hemisphere +Scientist and Archaeologist conceal the obvious +The dead, living and little children over time of this +Obsession, caressing, every essence of magnetism +Every organism when it come to it +All question about Resurrection and your connection with God +It's answered with the beast in your heart +[Voice Samples] +"We will not surrender or we will not back down, we keep overacting" +"Throw up a fist for black power" [--Nas +"Tell us what you hear" +"Why do we march? to protest Government policy +We march because it's time to fight back +We march for education" +"Throw up a fist for black power" [--Nas +"Tell us what you hear" +"Why do we march? we march to save the soul of America"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Rewind[Verse] +Listen up, gangstas and honeys with your hair done +Pull up a chair, hon', and put it in the air, son +Dog—whatever they call you—God, just listen +I spit a story backwards—it starts at the endin' +The bullet goes back in the gun +The bullet holes close in the chest of this nigga +Now he back to square one, screamin', "shoot don't please" +I put my fifth back on my hip, it's like a VCR rewindin' a hit +He put his hands back on his bitch, my caravan doors open up +I jumped back in the van and closed it shut +Goin' reverse, slowly prepared +My nigga Jungle utters out somethin' crazy like, "go he there" +Sittin' in back of this chair, we hittin' the roach +The smoke goes back in the blunt +The blunt gets bigger in growth +Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar +The blunt turns back into a cigar +We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans +Spinnin' records backwards of AC/DC +I give my niggas dap, jump out the van, back first +Back upstairs, took off the black shirt +I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear +Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear +The voice on the phone was like, "outside right we" +So with my mouth wide, holdin' my heat +Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for you +'Cause Jungle said, "block your on enemy's the" +Hung up the phone, then the phone rang +I'm laid in the bed, thinkin' about this pretty young thing +Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug +She fell to my bed and gave me a hug +I told her, "no hell," she talkin' about, "me kiss" +Bobbed her head then spit a nut back in my dick +Started suckin' with no hands, a whole lot of spit +Then got up and put her bra back on her tits +Got fully dressed and told me, "stressed really I'm" +Picked up her Gucci bag and left a nigga behind +Walkin' through the door, she rang the bell twice +I vomited vodka back in my glass with juice and ice +The clock went back from three to two to one +And that's about the time the story begun +That's when I first heard the voicemail on the cell +It said: "Son, we found that nigga we gotta kill." +[Outro] +*Beep* +Ayo son, ayo son, you hear me, you hear me? +Listen, man, this dude right on the block +Right now, man, I found him, right now +I see him right now, let's kill him! +*Beep* +"Yo, this Nas, leave it: peace."EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Everything is Everything[Chorus 1] +Everything is everything +What is meant to be will be +After winter must come spring (Must come spring) +Change, it comes eventually +Everything is everything +What is meant to be will be +After winter must come spring (Must come) +Change, it comes eventually +[Verse 1] +I wrote these words (I wrote these words) for everyone who struggles in their youth +Who won't accept deception, in instead of what is truth (Gotta know the truth, y'all) +It seems we lose the game +Before we even start to play +Who made these rules? (Who made these rules?) +We're so confused (We're so confused) +Easily led astray +Let me tell ya that... +[Chorus 2] +Everything is everything +Everything is everything +Everything is everything (Everything) +After winter must come spring +Everything is everything +[Verse 2] +Our philosophy possibly speak tongues +Beat drum, Abyssinian, street Baptist (Word) +Rap this in fine linen, from the beginning (Word) +My practice extending across the atlas, I begat this +Flipping in the ghetto on a dirty mattress +You can't match this rapper slash actress +More powerful than two Cleopatras +Bomb graffiti on the tomb of Nefertiti (Ooh, uh) +MCs ain't ready to take it to the Serengeti +My rhymes is heavy like the mind of sister Betty (El Shabazz!) +L-Boogie spars with stars and constellations (What?) +Then came down for a little conversation (Huh) +Adjacent to the king, fear no human being +Roll with cherubims to Nassau Coliseum (What?) +Now hear this mixture, where Hip Hop meets scripture (Uh) +Develop a negative into a positive picture +[Chorus 1] +Now everything is everything (Everything, y'all, everything, y'all) +What is meant to be will be (What is meant to be will be, yeah) +After winter must come spring (After winter, must come spring) +Change, it comes eventually (Change, it comes eventually) +[Verse 3] +Sometimes it seems we'll touch that dream (Sometimes it seems we'll touch that dream) +But things come slow or not at all (They come slow, know what I mean?) +And the ones on top won't make it stop (Ones on top, they won't make it stop) +So convinced that they might fall +Let's love ourselves and we can't fail +To make a better situation (Better situation, uh-uh) +Tomorrow, our seeds will grow (Tomorrow, our seeds will grow) +All we need is dedication +Let me tell ya that +[Chorus 2] +Everything is everything +Everything is everything +Everything is everything (Everything is everything) +After winter must come spring +Everything is everything (Everything is everything) +[Chorus 1] +Everything is everything +What is meant to be will be +After winter (After winter) must come spring (Must come) +Change, it comes eventually + +Statement on Beck Winning AOTYAll I know is if the Grammys want real artists to keep coming back, they need to stop playing with us. We ain't gonna play with them no more. 'Flawless,' Beyoncé video. Beck needs to respect artistry and he should have given his award to Beyoncé, and at this point, we tired of it. Because what happens is, when you keep on diminishing art and not respecting the craft and smacking people in the face after they deliver monumental feats of music, you're disrespectful to inspiration and we as musicians have to inspire people who go to work every day and they listen to that Beyoncé album and they feel like it takes them to another place. "Then they do this whole promotional event, they'll run the music over somebody's speech, the artist, because they want commercial advertising. Like, no, we not playing with them no more. By the way, I got my wife, my daughter and my clothing line, so I'm not going to do nothing to put my daughter at risk but I am here to fight for creativity. That's the reason why I didn't say anything tonight. But you all know what it meant when 'Ye walks on the stage. + +The Good Die Young[Intro] +Yo, you know what I want? +I want the beat to drop in, right, like, now +Niggas be thinkin' I'm crazy right? Yeah, you are crazy +I ain't crazy - you are crazy - at least I don't think I'm crazy +I think my shit is hot, I think I'm hot you hot, but you crazy +Why they wanna? I don't know +[Verse 1] +It's the money that makes shit get ugly +It's the money that makes these hoes love me +It's the money that makes niggas wanna slug me +Man, I thought the money would make it all lovely +Yo, I actually write what I do and see +The felonies from day to day make me say what I say +When I die my art will be worth as much as Picasso's +Don't cry for me, smile for me +And if you see them niggas who wet me wile' for me +Remember the good times, the chips we stacked, the clips we packed +And all the bricks we cooked from coke to crack +Let my tombstone read "I Tried" and from the start +Everything I wrote was from my heart +So it’s always gon' be number one on my chart +I get sensitive with my shit, don't fuck with my art +Sometimes it sounds like I'm playing, but I'm sayin' +This shit is real, it ain't a game +[Chorus] +They say the good die young +I guess these grimy niggas live a long time +Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine +Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine +They say the good die young +I guess these grimy niggas live a long time +Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine +Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine +[Verse 2] +First it happened to Stretch then to Pac and Big +I'm convinced it can happen to anybody, kid +So I get vest up when I get dressed up +In the hood it's messed up, niggas running 'round shooting shit up +If it's Dom that you drinking fill up my cup +If you gossiping about me shut the fuck up +Why do niggas act like they hard when they know they butt? +When getting robbed ain't a good time to press ya luck +Duke listen, if you move I'mma hurt you +You'll get your turn to shine later, patience is a virtue +Right now what you need to do is give me the cash +Forget about your boss being mad, just save ya ass +Be a good boy now, go and get your stash +I seen you throw it next to the garbage can like it was trash +Alright, run along before I shoot ya ass +I hate to do this to you, but I really need this cash +[Chorus] +They say the good die young +I guess these grimy niggas live a long time +Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine +Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine +They say the good die young +I guess these grimy niggas live a long time +Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine +Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine +[Verse 3] +I know we all gonna go, but I'd hate to go fast +Then again I don't think it'd be fun to stick around and go last +Man listen, if you really really like this shit +Nigga, call Steve Stoute and I'll write ya shit +Call him now before I drop for real cause after I drop +I'mma be chargin' ya'll niggas like forty a pop +To each his own: me? I'd get it while it was cheap +Typical mentality, I know, I'm straight from the street +1999's the year of the predator, I'm killing to eat +Niggas'll treat you like a egg, when you come to cop you get beat +Give me your dough, oh, you wore your jewels? What a treat +You're a generous guy, take 'em off or die +Man, we hurting 'round here, ain't nobody slinging pies +Look around, ain't nobody 'round here fly +Why you 'round here with this shit anyway? Huh? You high? +See, you done made the wrong move, kiss your ass goodbye +[Chorus] +They say the good die young +I guess these grimy niggas live a long time +Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine +Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine +They say the good die young +I guess these grimy niggas live a long time +Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine +Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine +They say the good die young +I guess these grimy niggas live a long time +Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine +Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine +They say the good die young +I guess these grimy niggas live a long time +Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine +Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mineEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Part Time Lover[Intro] +I just wanna tell you you're special.. +You know I meet a lot of beautiful women.. +But you.. You make me feel good.. +So Good.. +It's hard to describe you ya know.. +It's everything about you I mean.. damn! +You make me feel good..!! +[Hook] +When I'm gone girl I miss you, when I'm at home I get with ya +I be right back in NYC, be my part time loverr.. +I keep a smile on your face, and bring you jewels when you thinkin' that +At least when you thinkin' of me, be my part time loverr.. +Me I'm gon' do my thang, so you can go do your thang +You wanna f**k 'um it's aight with me, be my part time loverr.. +She likes you, like I like you +I'm aight with her, she aight with me, be my part time loverr.. +[Verse 1] +Its more than your body baby damn its your brain +You make me wanna kiss you like Baby kiss Wayne +And make you call me daddy like Baby do Wayne +Damn that shit sounds gay, its insane +I guess that's the price the lil nigga pays for fame +But baby dim the lights now, here more my lifestyle +I'm heterosexual, I wanna get next to you +I may be get in to you, that's what finna do +Girl you in my house, my tongue in your mouth +My fourplay better then ok, no dought +We got our own thing, see you are my bitch +Just don't ask question about Ciara and shit +You saw the video, you heard the radio +They said its me and C, you want it to be you and me +That was jus a rumor, come and gimme kisses +Then clean this place up, go on and wash the dishes +[Hook] +When I'm gone girl I miss you, when I'm at home I get with ya +I be right back in NYC, be my part time loverr.. +I keep a smile on your face, and bring you jewels when you thinkin' that +At least when you thinkin' of me, be my part time loverr.. +Me I'm gon' do my thang, so you can go do your thang +You wanna f**k 'um it's aight with me, be my part time loverr.. +She likes you, like I like you +I'm aight with her, she aight with me, be my part time loverr.. +[Verse 2] +Girl your ass fat like Joe, you real sweet like Ja +Say some fly shit and ima black your f**kin eye +Fab said your pussy and made him better +So assumin you a hustla and you get that chedda +Go suck it like superhead, deep throat that super dick +Then come back with big bread, see you's a trooper kid +T-Pain must be psychic he saying what I think +Im by the bar now bitch buy me a drink +Go on and wipe me down, I bet you like me now +Mo then you eva did this is real shit (Ay Bay Bay) +This is why Im hot, yea this is why Im hot +We can party like a rockstar nonstop +Here's what she told ya boy, she likes that soulja boy +She cranked up the ten, cruisin in the benz +I thought you changed girl, but you the same girl +Usher and R. Kelly you had the best of both worlds +[Hook] +When I'm gone girl I miss you, when I'm at home I get with ya +I be right back in NYC, be my part time loverr.. +I keep a smile on your face, and bring you jewels when you thinkin' that +At least when you thinkin' of me, be my part time loverr.. +Me I'm gon' do my thang, so you can go do your thang +You wanna f**k 'um it's aight with me, be my part time loverr.. +She likes you, like I like you +I'm aight with her, she aight with me, be my part time loverr.. +I only need your love part time.. be my part time loverr.. +Ya know.. +Some men require love from 9 to 5.. +I require love from 12 to 4.. +12 at night to 4 in the morning.. and then we leave the hotel.. +Its short stay baby.. +Its 50.. +Im fellin to move to Atlanta man.. +Pack my bags.. Take my solders wit me.. +You know Ima feel like hip hop is seen down dere.. +Oh because I run New York.. I told you..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Spot Rusherz[Skit: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] +*St. Ides Commercial* +And all that good shit (Yeah) +Know what I'm sayin', you comin'— +You comin' lookin' flavorful, you know what I mean? (Word) +You the— You the whole— You the whole shit of the whole night (Word) +But I seen it, though, know what I'm sayin'? (You seen it, right?) +Like a Zenith, you know? (Yeah, yeah) +My G's too futuristic for that shit, you know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah, yeah) Word +Yeah, she tried to get a little swerve kid on you? +Tried to, man, know what I'm sayin'? But she didn't— she couldn't pull it off, man (Yeah) +God (Right) +She couldn't pull it off because the drawers, you know? (Word) +Fuck that mess, though, you know what I'm sayin'? +But, yo, though, on the real +Yo, yo, tonight feel like a nigga get burnt, right? (Yeah, yeah) +Feel like you hearin' something tomorrow, right? +Something like "Yo, Flozzy Flozz" (It's the wind, I'm tellin' you) +Yeah, yeah, word (It's the air, I can feel it) +It feel hot, it feel— feel hot at night and shit, like the sun ain't even out (Word, it's like this—) +Yo, the sun don't shine, though, but, you know what I'm sayin'? (Word) +[Intro: Raekwon] +Yeah, one-two, one-two, nigga +Line for line, line for line, how we get down wit' the rhyme +Yo, it be a line for line, line for line, this is how we get down +Yeah, line for line, line for line, this is how we get down, yo +[Verse: Raekwon] +Can you feel me? +Storytellin' rap Magellan, I ain't tellin' +Them niggas ran in the spot for sellin' +Word up, pushed up, man got mushed up +Seen him at a rap show, actin' like Fat Cat, though +Glasses gold, shinin' like a real big boy +This nigga had mega ice on, chips ahoy +Cats surrounded this political brown kid +All out the wind, yo, my man walked in +Pullin' mints out, son had mad clientele +Ordered me Cristal twice, Kion, chill +Watch them niggas, ayo, that clique's from outta state +They bubble weight in Far Rockaway with Blake Carrington +You know the kid with the most dough getters +Anteras on fat shit, clique, they rock Lo sweaters +That's my man, that's my man, too +Call him up on the strength of the Wu +And watch me game duke +Grab the cell, I got a heist to pull off well +At the end of the week, I'm buyin' you a L +Lexus, nigga, I ain't talkin' 'bout Hancock +No time for weed, plus no time to get locked +That night, up in the staircase +Cousin had me laced out, skied all outta my face +We gon' get dat crunchy chump for all of his lump +Don't try to front, you was sweatin' this Hilfiger, nigga +Guess who walked in havin' it? His man from Farragut +Confront him with the Ruger on his back, walk in, black +Where's your man? Where's the sky blue Land at? +Stop playin', Wu in the back, smacked him wit' the gat +Yo, money said he'd be here in fifteen! +He's not lyin', wait for the Millenia green to pull up +He got the Donna Karan shit on, two rings +Six carats a piece plus the chain swings +Like anchors on ships flooded with all diamond chips +Back pockets, two clips, four-fifths wit' rubber grips layin' +Two bottles of brass I was slayin' +Meditatin', red dot be waitin' for my payment +Heard the key in the lock, cocked the Glock, turned the lights out +Dipped behind the couch, Kion, gag his mouth +Infrared at his head when he entered +Butter soft Perry Ellis leather with Dorinda +A friend of Kion's wife, Kenya, the bitch larger than life +Yo, shorty be fuckin' mad Colombian niggas +Fuck it, get on the floor, meet the black Lex Luthor +Strip fast, the bitch had on Claiborne drawers +"Yo, Rae, I'm about to scrape her", chill, Ghost +Thought for a second, turned around, threw the nine in his meatloaf +Yo, where's the cash and the stash that's mixed? +"I don't know", shot his hand, he started screamin' like a bitch + +Hardest Thing Is to Stay AliveSo many niggas get fucked up in the game +See that's where they get caught out there in that word "Game" +Cause its not no fuckin game +When you hear shells coming at cha +Hot Ones from a shotgun I bet nigga runs faster +Loose a shoe to get away from a blaster +Think about that casket you don't wanna be in that shit +Quick to take his signin you taking every bodies package +Money over Bitches was a loyal practice +So you act as if money was no object +Spinin 5 zues trips for your whole projects +Epcot center linins for ya bitches, roli's for dogs +Now we in the mall slayin by his bitches +Everyday I reminiscing how he was living having fun +Cause any day could have led to prison +Not for a short bid cause if the feds ever caught kid +It be like 25 years conspiracy +Another 25 for rico snatching up him and his people +He had his jeep bullet proof with silencers on the desert eagle +Flipping bricks in Gary Indiana +He had it locked down from the streets to the slammer +Only trusted Two things his trigger and his hammer +Used to be a bum till had a six month run +Had a law suit three G's the case was won +Met with Mexican hoya cop boya +Bought barber shop named it after c shaday +There where they found his body +In a barber chair face down, bullets in his chest +Sliced apart from the waist down +Planned to sell his shop stick hoya for everything he got +Take jewels and his 5 +Then his shoes where cemented +Drop his body in the tide but hoya was wise +Even when he ain't around he got ears and eyes +Gotta stay a step ahead of this game to stay alive +Chorus (X2) +Always wanted things always wanted cash +To Live fast get the girls with tha biggest ass +Fuck her 9 to 5 gotta drive a 5 +Now that I got it the Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive +Coke head Saundra she grew in Gruwana +Her man was large and Saundra was his baby mama +Stayed in drama Fighting with hood rats that he was fucking +No job all day she did nothing +They son was 7 years old, she really was a wifey +First should she would transport blow overnight for a G +He paid up front they laid up once +She got pregnant she would dead it +She had a boy, named her son infinite after his father who did dirt +She didn't noses after would follow +Capsules and bottles and crack in the back of his baga +He let her drive while he drove the burgandy 5 +He often talked about how he wants to murder these guys +]From off of burger street, had nat workin the street +Lifestyle richest nigga from how he use to be +Never thought he'd rock diamonds never took weakness for kindness +That's how he gradually grew +Did a Favor for a favor now the nigga in with the crew +And Now he live major house in dix hills next to Brook Shields +With the cook and the maid shit was real +Saved his first bill, maid, and his bodega +Good Luck playa sign on the paper taped to the window +Escaped from a would be kidnap +And slept and thought niggas fearless rep until he got wet +Would had the world in his hands his girl did a scam +The owners rich is boning niggas to get rid of her man +Welcome To The Game Baby +Chorus (X2) +The Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive... +The Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive... +The Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Handcuffin’ Them Hoes[Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, yeah +Yeah I cheat and I fuck other bitches +Y'all just lame sucker-for-love ass niggas +Su.F.L.A.N! Go ahead and spell it out +I gets my love game on without a doubt +My girl know I'm live (yeah) point blank period +Handcuffin them hoes y'all can't be serious +You ain't cut from the right cloth, fuck your rag +One word in your bitch ear, she all in the bag +Give a fuck if that's your broad, she shouldn't be out +We in the club lookin to put somethin fat in her mouth +Easy! Hold on, I see a fox comin +Between now and a few hours I'll be up in her stomach +And I ain't even gotta be dipped +I pull out my pocket too Sloppy Joe, mixed this thick +You ever try foldin a brick? +Tryin to shove hundred dollar bills in your jeans and half of it rip? +We them Staten Island boys, intelligent thugs +9 out of 10 times yeah we lookin to fuck +And y'all already word know what it is +On some Teena Marie shit, nucca, I'm talkin square biz +What? +[Hook: Ghostface] +Y'all need to stop handcuffin them hoes +Comin in the club handcuffin them hoes +You don't even know 'em handcuffin them hoes +Cuffin them hoes, cuffin them hoes +[Jim Jones - talking over Hook at first] +Whassup Ghost? +Westhaven +Sucker! I hear you Ghost +Jones~! +F.EM.L, Fuck 'em and we leave 'em (I'm gone) +P-I-M-P, treat 'em like we great 'em (ya hear that?) +Shit, treat 'em like we don't need 'em +Cause after we fuck 'em out the phone we delete 'em (doop doop) +Leave 'em for them suckers, let them other niggas keep 'em (you can have her) +They keep 'em to the point that we don't see 'em (where'd she go?) +Shit, but the bitches need freedom +They wanna come outside and start freakin (AOW!) +Jumpin on dick like they leapin (watch it) it's Leap Year {*laughin*} +She disappearin for the weekend (where she went?!) +So hell yeah she starts creepin +You had her locked up like she was livin in precinct (prisoner!) +She want a gangster, nigga youse a weakling +She wanna ride fast in the cars while we chiefin (vroom vroom) +Just cause you was cuffin the ho +I had fucked her one time now I'm duckin this ho +Please in your mind, never drop a dime but +Damn, ain't that some shit? +And I just wanted to have a good time +Now I got a ho on my line, buggin! +Slow down +[Hook] +[Jim Jones - over Hook] +Stop cuffin these hoes +Stop cuffin these hoes +[Hook] +[Jim Jones - over Hook] +Stop cuffin these hoes +Stop cuffin these hoes +Let her go! + +Just Blowin’ in the Wind[Hook: RZA] +Blow, blow, blow, blowin' in the wind +I'm, I'm, I'm, just, just, blowin' in the wind +Wind, wind, I'm, I'm, just blowin' in the wind +Wind, blowin' in, blowin' in, blowin' in the wind +Wind, wind, wind +[Verse 1: RZA] +Stronger then the locomotive, duffel bags of explosive +Make a savage disappear, like it's magic, hocus pocus +Auto focus memory, like the Canon 7D +Sharing heaven with my brethren, laying up with seventy +Persian virgins made for splurging, for deserving worthiest +Swerving on the merging traffic, boy, I'm impervious +The flack attack cat, on crack-a-lack +And Real Steel, like Hugh Jackman, black man with two mac tens +And two white bitches who's computer hacking, when they menstruate, great +They take it through the back end +You got your advance, but I doubt you got your back end +They thought I was out, but they brought me back in +I'm sick like Colombiana, only dick, understands that +Keep a nickel plated hammer, bammer blast, bark fast +Faster than a camera, grenades and a canister +They fading these amateurs, Hip Hop, God body +Superman stamina, you better come clean like Jeru the Damaja +Who's your hype man, is he also your manager? +When you get sprayed, does he get paid to bandage ya? +Kid, I will vanish ya, you know I will challenge ya +The God will banish ya, to land far beyond our star spangled banner's up +Better get your manners up, you was just a fan of us +And you could never fuck with the Wu-Tang Clan and us +[Verse 2: Zombie Juice] +Dead walk and leaving foes in coffins +No man alive can bare the shit that I walked in +A brass instrument, vibration from the Iron Fist +Blood drip like rain, pouring amongst men +Walk with God, swing the, sword of a marksmen +Penetrate the seeds, exterminate and defeat +I'm obsolete and you plead, fear the hate I bring +Cremate like the steam of a kettle +Inhale the breath of the devil, inevitable what we bring +The pleasure, and the pain, the measures in the game +Infecting the world with methods, the chosen unrespected +The martyr, bomb the entire army of liars +Settle down, took it down, bring it down, just a notch +My pride over standing, your soul I'm demanding +Your heart filled with fear, I see it in your eyes +Zombie gang nigga, on the rise +[Verse 3: Meechy Darko] +Darkness, darkness, all I see is darkness +Flesh made of bronze, although I bleed I am heartless +Impenetrable, fucking, unbreakable +Leave you fake, the humble, overcoming, this is incapable +Cuz pain, is what I cater to, in war there are casualties +And I bring death to anyone from the free to the shackled feet +We rape and pillage, leave your town in ruins +I don't understand your tears, hate to me is an illusion +And so is fear as well, my reign will reach through different realms +And we feared in hell +Blood from the foes soak my tattered clothes +Beneath my toes lies the mountain pile of those +Who chose to go against the most, unstoppable foes +Thinking you can stop the unstoppable, think you just froze +I'm the light, I'm the dark, I'm the right, I'm the wrong +Man of Bronze, meets the Iron Arm +Premonition while I'm writing scriptures on the Iron Horse +[Hook: RZA] +Blow, blow, blow, blowin' in the wind +I'm, I'm, I'm, just, just, blowin' in the wind +Wind, wind, I'm, I'm, just blowin' in the wind +Wind, blowin' in, blowin' in, blowin' in the wind +Wind, wind, wind + +Poetry In The Streets(Necro) +Uh +Peep the killer shit +Death murder rap shit +Bitch +Check it +The press, runs the tape records the bloody mess +Documentations of the human race, can study death +They'll reach in through your TV speaker +They'll feature +A creature that'll beat ya to death, if he can meet ya +Your executed when your electrocuted +Who's responsible for a homeless man that's dead +And smells putrid +We murdered your natural flesh after bein thrown in a river +You'll be frozen forever into a statue of death +A grasshopper in the lab dead +Stabbed in the head +Knives are like the hands of a crab +Jabbin your flab till you wrapped them and bled +Throw you off a building +Killin off your children +Drillin' holes in your corpse till your spillin' the colours of a million +I'll split your brains +I'll slit your vains +The impact of a bat cracked across your back +Is like gettin hit by a train +I'll stick a fang in your blood bank +Then strangle +My shangle bangle +You like the triangle +Piece of an angle +I think my shit's too brutal for most +I might be the only one capable digesting the dose +You won't survive a screw driver driven inside your throat +Choke on blood and saliva another kaniver croaks +Chorus: +It's poetry in the streets of the big apple +And a vitality found in few other places +But look beneath the surface of the city +And you shall uncover a steamin sesspool of human emotion +Gun sour, a planet, where nightmares +That become reality +Witness the brutality +Its poetry in the streets of the big apple +You get tackled +And grappled to the floor, white slaved up and shackled +I spit on your grave, piss in your mouth, and shit on your face +Grind you into slop meat and serve you to your friends +We bringin bad taste +Another brutal shootin rampage +Turnin humans to ashtrays +Doobies to crack slaves +And boobies that lactate +Squirtin mad milk, i never have guilt +I have krills, i'll have you fags killed +In front of your mom and dads grill +Splatterin both of them +With pieces of your explodin head +Brain fragments stainin' clothing red +I make you love the pain, it hurts +We make music for drug addicts, pieces of shit, that love the dirt +Its psychological +I'm like havin a rifle shot at you +We not the type that smile at you +We the type that bite at you +Slit your throat with the broken bottle +Pieces of jagged glass stabbin' you through your fuckin eyeballs +Have you swallowin cyanide screamin die whores +Kill your physical first, next your minds lost +Leave you in the funeral home you make a fine corpse +Got you splattered across the walls with my nine tongs +Murder you execution style like a crime boss +Travel through time and terminate you like a cyborg +My mentallity's grind core +ChorusEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Whats Going On"Remy Ma - What's Going On" +(feat. Keyshia Cole) +[Verse 1] +[Keyshia:] Mmmmmm Mmmmmm Heeeeeeyyyyyy +[Remy:] +Why Didn't I See The Signs I Was To Busy Getting High +Runnin Up The Studio Smoking Dro Writing Rhymes +To Blind To Notice My Abdomen Was Growin +Having Sex Wit Out Protection Now My Belly Is Showin +Nobody Know That Me And My Boo Trying To Decide +What To Do He Buggin Like That's A Little Me Inside Of You +It Ain't True And I'm Scared And I Can Tell He Is Worried A Bit +So We Proceed To Get The Weed And Straight Ignoring The Shit +My Jeans Don't Want To Fit Every Morning Hurling And Shit +I Had To Tell My Family I Knew They All Was Goin To Flip +And His Was Happy Thinking He Was About To Be A Daddy +But I Knew It Wasn't True Even Though We Both Wanted It So Badly +[Hook:] +Tell Me What's Goin I Know What I'm Doing Is Wrong +Can You Hear Me Lord When I'm Callin For Give Me My Baby +How Am I Supposed Feel The Situation Is Real +Neva Wanted To Let Cha Baby Go We'll Meet Again I Know Baby +[Verse 2] +We Love Each Other Madly So Much To Gain So Much To Lose +I'm In Pain Your Mind Frame Change When You The One That Gotta +Choose Talk A Walk Step In My Shoes Think In Negative Thoughts +Politics And Shit Quit When The Doctor Says Positive It's A Life Living +In My Body But It Don't Gotta To Live It's Up To Me But If I Keep What +The Fuck I Got To Give I Mean I'm Still Young And I Don't Really Have +Shit And If This Nigga Up And Leave Then My Child A Be A Bastard +This Is Drastic Nobody Really Understands Me And My Mom Don't +Give A Fuck And Neither Does The Rest Of The Family They Like +Remy You Can't Afford It You Expect Us To Support It +I Feel My Seeds Apart Of Me And I Don't Want To Abort It So: +[Hook:] +Tell Me What's Goin I Know What I'm Doing Is Wrong +Can You Hear Me Lord When I'm Calling For Give Me My Baby +How Am I Supposed Feel The Situation Is Real +Neva Wanted To Let Cha Baby Go We'll Meet Again I Know Baby +[Verse 3] +I'm Not Steady But I Can Get Ready For Responsibilities Shit Where +Would I Be If My Moms Got Rid Of Me I'm So Stressed And I'm +Under A Lot Of Pressure But All I Need Is The Remedy To Make Remy +Feel Better I Knew I Couldn't Win So I Chose To Forfeit Its A Shame +I'm Over Four Months And I'm In The Doctors Office I Swear To All That +I Love That I Wanted To Leave And Wait Five More Months And Birth The Child +That I Conceived But I Sat There Because I Felt I Had To And I Cry Everyday +Because I Realize Boy Or Girl That I Wanted To Have You Don't Be Made At Me +How It Is Is How It Had To Be And Any Pain I Put You Through Is All Coming +Back To Me +[Hook: Repeat Until Fade] +Tell Me What's Goin I Know What I'm Doing Is Wrong +Can You Hear Me Lord When I'm Callin For Give Me My Baby +How Am I Supposed Feel The Situation Is Real +Neva Wanted To Let Cha Baby Go We'll Meet Again I Know Baby + +Diamonds[Intro] +2026 +It's outer space shit, man +Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah +Lil Uzi Vert, uh +[Chorus] +Please do not call (Please do not call) +Don't wanna stall (Don't wanna stall) +Ball 'til I fall (Ball 'til I fall) +I'm a slimeball (I'm a slimeball, slatt) +Don't shop at the mall (Don't shop at the mall) +What's in the mall? (What's in the mall?) +I was so small (I was so small) +Stand on my money, I'm tall (Yeah, yeah) +[Verse 1] +Bitch, I'm a boss (Bitch, I'm a boss) +Sucking her? Nah (Sucking her? Nah) +Fucking her? Nah (Fucking her? Nah) +Cuffin' her? Nah (Cuffin' her? Nah) +I was on Molly (I was on Molly) +She was on raw (She was on raw) +Had a mirage (Had a mirage) +Had a ménage (Had a ménage) +Nicki Minaj (Nicki Minaj) +Nicki Minaj (Nicki Minaj) +Nicki Minaj (Oh Nicki, oh Nicki) +Nicki Minaj (Nicki Minaj) +I said "Goodbye" (I said "Goodbye") +Perky so high (Perky so high) +I'm in Dubai +Bugatti cost 1.5 (Cost 1.5) +[Pre-Chorus] +Please do not bring that to my doorstep +You're not ready for war +Diamonds so wet +My diamonds so wet that they lookin' like a shore +I got the big gills, all up on my neck +That I'm lookin' like a shark +Yo', tell me for real, when I hit it from the back, can I hit record? (Yeah) +[Chorus] +Please do not call (Please do not call) +Don't wanna stall (Don't wanna stall) +Ball 'til I fall (Ball 'til I fall) +I'm a slimeball (I'm a slimeball, slatt) +Don't shop at the mall (Don't shop at the mall) +What's in the mall? (What's in the mall?) +I was so small (I was so small) +Stand on my money, I'm tall (I'm tall, yeah) +[Verse 2] +I'm in the cut (I'm in the cut) +Just like some gauze (Just like some gauze) +Rest in peace, Fredo (Rest in peace, Fredo) +Answered every time he called (Hello?) +Rest in peace, Chico (Rest in peace, Chico) +I swear that I miss my dog (1600, 1600) +Rockin' G-Fazos (Rockin' G-Fazos) +Please do not step on my 1's (Do not step on my 1's) +Blue tip my gun, FN 57, shoot him, he done +Pop him in his arm, and collapse his lung +Yeah, whatever bitch, this 1600 +Told that little bitch "Run it" +Yeah, she fuckin' for the hundreds (For the hundreds) +I just wanna make money (Money, money, money) +Trappin' early, eat McMuffins (Yeah) +[Pre-Chorus] +Please do not bring that to my doorstep +You're not ready for war +Diamonds so wet +My diamonds so wet that they lookin' like a shore +I got the big gills, all up on my neck +That I'm lookin' like a shark +Yo', tell me for real, when I hit it from the back, can I hit record? (Yeah) +[Chorus] +Please do not call (Please do not call) +Don't wanna stall (Don't wanna stall) +Ball 'til I fall (Ball 'til I fall) +I'm a slimeball (I'm a slimeball, slatt) +Don't shop at the mall (Don't shop at the mall) +What's in the mall? (What's in the mall?) +I was so small (I was so small) +Stand on my money, I'm tall (I'm tall, yeah) +[Interlude] +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, pew +Yeah, yeah, pew, yeah, yeah +[Outro] +Bitch, I'm a boss (Bitch, I'm a boss) +Sucking her? Nah (Sucking her? Nah) +Fucking her? Nah (Fucking her? Nah) +Cuffin' her? Nah (Cuffin' her? Nah) +I was on Molly (I was on Molly) +She was on raw (She was on raw) +Had a mirage (Had a mirage) +Had a ménage (Had a ménage)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Girl Like Her[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] +See me, I'm focused man +But my girl don gon' snappy +Stuntin' like her daddy +Vroom on the Yamaha +She ride me like a Kawasaki +I call her lil buddy +Sometimes I call her shawty +She only wears dresses +She sleep in Ed Hardy +Ya digg hah +It's Young Weezy the 80's baby +And we can get together, make 80 babies +Now the house brand new +The car brand new +But your still the same old you +[Chorus - RL] +I want a girl like her +That'll stay down for me +Everything that I need +That'll put me first +Here for better or worse +I wanna a girl like her +Somebody that'll look like her +Somebody that can cook like her +Sex is off the hook like her +On everything I need a girl like her +[Verse 2 - RL] +I need somebody that'll always send my bag +Somebody that'll keep me on track +When I feel the weight of the world on me +I need somebody like this +She gotta handle her business +Know how to hold my interest +Be there in an instant +I'm looking for you +[Chorus - RL] +I want a girl like her +That'll stay down for me +Everything that I need +That'll put me first +Here for better or worse +I wanna a girl like her +Somebody that'll look like her +Somebody that can cook like her +Sex is off the hook like her +On everything I need a girl like her +[Verse 3 - RL] +She's gotta have her head on straight +My escape from the every day +Things to deal with +Someone to chill with +I can build with +Something real with +Not that everyday in the club +Need more than the average one +Something special +Extra exceptional +Freaky sexual +[Chorus - RL] +I want a girl like her +That'll stay down for me +Everything that I need +That'll put me first +Here for better or worse +I wanna a girl like her +Somebody that'll look like her +Somebody that can cook like her +Sex is off the hook like her +On everything I need a girl like her +[Bridge - RL] +If you get your own money +If you got your own crib +If you got good credit +And you handle your biz +Sing along with this +Talking to you +Uh +[Chorus - RL] +I want a girl like her +That'll stay down for me +Everything that I need +That'll put me first +Here for better or worse +I wanna a girl like her +Somebody that'll look like her +Somebody that can cook like her +Sex is off the hook like her +On everything I need a girl like her +[Outro - RL] +Talking to you +I'm looking for somebody like her +Could you be her? +Could you be her? +YeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +White Castle[Sample: Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle] +Forget White Castle, let's go get some pussy +Huh +Fucking sausage fest in here bros +Let's go get us some poon tang +Then we'll go to White Castle +Look Neil you don't understand +We've been craving these burgers all night +Yah I've been craving burgers too +Fur burgers + +It’s killing me[Hook] +It's killin me +Wooooo +I must like it when you question me about it baby +I swear, but they say, it's just not true +[Overlapping first Hook] +Woo, yeah +How ya'll doin out there? +I'd just like to tell ya'll my story +Ya dig? +That's right +Everybody in the crowd put your tree'z up +Yeah, put your tree'z up +Let's go +Yeah +[Verse 1] +3 in the mornin, I ain't home yet +Shawty blowin up my phone like a bomb threat +What's goin on baby? +Why you on that? +Knowin when I make it home I get ya thong wet +Okay I'm on my way, speedin windows up +So have my food warm, and have my pillows fluff +She been through the water, shawty guerilla tough +Shawty take all them shots like the Louis cup +I wanna give her all, and never give her up +I told her when it died down we could live it up +Where would you be, be without me? +Don't doubt me be about me baby, I'm like... +[Hook] +[Verse 2] +Yeah, I'm like +As soon as I come home, I was workin long +She wanna know what I was working on +So I play her this song +And I make her feel wrong +But still in all in my eyesight, she passed right +I can't trip cuz no one loves the fast life +Or sittin in the passenger seat, hold tight +When she gives a whole platter to me, her whole life +But for me that's too much to eat, in one bite but +I'mma chew and just do what I gotta +Other bitches get the boot like a high top Prada +Where would you be, be without me? +Don't doubt me be about me baby, I'm like... +[Hook] +[Verse 3] +Can I talk to her, yeah, um +Leave the drama on daytime television +What is this detention? +It feel like elementary +I wish I never injure +Hurt or scar you +When I think of my future +Baby that are you +I mean that is you +Part of my fears +You know, part of my mental +See what I'm into? +See how I'm in too deep in the shit too? +It ain't just you, it is us two +I trust you, you gotta trust me +Cuz in them other bitches eyes I'm a must-see +Now where would you be, be without me? +Don't doubt me be about me girl +It's killin me +Wooooo +I must like it when you question me about it baby +I swear, but they say, it's just not true1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Don’t Shoot Em[Intro: Marley G] +Zaytoven! +Marley! Yeah! +Brrp! +Marley G, blood +Don't shoot 'em +[Verse 1: Marley G & Lil Wayne] +Black out my red bandana (Yeah) +Dressed in all red like Santa (Yeah) +Me and Tune riding in the Phantom (Skrrt) +Spiked out my Pineapple Fanta (Sippin') +My flows sick like cancer (Sick shit) +Doing the drugs at a random (Tripple) +Bitch I ball like Amber (Ballin') +Keeping one in the chamber +Fucking your bitch in the Hamptons +Checking my diamonds, nothing fugazi +All of you niggas is shady +Crack flow, 80s baby (Yeah) +Hella wavy on them hoes +Pop a perc on them hoes +Giver her something for her nose +All them bitches down to roll +Swerving all in your lane +Don't crash, feel the pain +Dope music in my veins +Skating on em with Lil Wayne +[Interlude: Rich The Kid & Lil Wayne] +Boom, boom +Rich (Rich) +[Verse 2: Rich The Kid & Lil Wayne] +Way too much ice now I'm skating on em +Flexing I pull out the Wraith homie (What?) +He saving these hoes put a cape on him (damn) +New freezer the water my neck homie (yahhhhh) +Pronto took her to the condo (condo) +I'm balling on niggas like Lonzo +Too foreign you dont get no convo (hello?) +Too rich I dont need no broke hoe (no!) +Sprite in the Pineapple Fanta (Fanta) +Kill every song like cancer (cancer) +Put it in the lock do damage (damage) +Once I fuck a bitch she vanish (vanish) +I bust on her boobies (boobies) +Pull out the camera we making a movie +Look up to Lil Tunechi (yuh?) +I came out the trap now I smoke out a cutie +She graduated but the head stupid (oh!) +Might tell my shooter go and do it (blrrp!) +Off the lot had a top gone lose it (skrrt!) +And they all taking pictures they groupies +Fuck the Patek (yeah) +She a real model but I just want the neck (ahh) +Give me a sec, big jet on the way to a check +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Okay, okay, okay (okay) +Me and your bae soulmates +But if that hoe disobey, it's back to Chipotle +Beat that pussy up, no foreplay +Oscar De La Hoya +She ride this dick like horse play +I send her back bowlegged +She go right, left (ah), she go both ways (yeah) +When he asked she say "no way" +I can make her play her role and roleplay (yeah) +I can make a redbone feel rosé +AK leave his head gone with no face (bah!) +Wutang, my killers Ghostface +All my AKs 24K (blrrp!) +And Gold Diggers dig your grave +Okay, Tunechi Keyser Söze (yeah) +Smoking that gas need Rolaids (yeah) +Sippin lean fast that's slow pace +If the bitch bad I showcase, okay +100 thou cash on the pillowcase (yah) +One in each hand that's lifting weights +This dick make a bad bitch ricochet (yuh) +Your bitch is in here swallowing like Minute Maid +God damn, okay okay okay (okay) +D.E.A., D.O.A (okay) +I aim right at your shades (okay) +Then let off that roach spray (brrr) +Y'all boys soft as crochet, I take off with no brakes +I try not to leave no trace +But I dripped sauce the whole way +Damn, I'm a boss I pay me, I got lost like KD +I go off like Dray Green +Pop a perc go KG +Man I'm unwired like Dre Beats (yeah) +Repping them big big big B's (yeah) +All y'all drenched restin in peace (yeah) +Dedication 6 sick six feet, Six shit +Medication quick quick quick please +I'm impatient Imma need a MD (yeah) +The doctor said all I need is M-E (yeah) +Your thot in here tryna get me tipsy (yeah) +Your thot in here tryna give me hickeys (damn) +And now she's tryna tell me how to live free (damn) +Never let a stripper give you tips please +That's some six shit +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +The craziest shit Nicki has ever bought for me as gift was a pair of shoes. The shoes look like uh my teeth. That's definitely..and uhm I've actually never worn 'em. They like a pair of shoes where you know you always set them bitches out the night befo' you're like yeah I'm definitely wearin them tonight...and then soon as its time to get ready, you like now this is not the event for these type a shoes. And uhm.. yall already know the type of events I go to. So, if I feel like the event ain't enough for the shoes then you know it's a crazy ass pair of shoes. Shout out my girl Nicki, she coulda just bought me a picture of her. You know...I won't say what kind of picture. You know what I mean--if it's for my birthday or Christmas.. know what I mean1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Sky’s The Limit[Intro: Voletta Wallace] +Baby, look at me, Mama love you +And I know you ain't no little boy no more +But you'll always be my baby +It seems like only yesterday I was holding you in my arms +Now look at you now big, but I worry about you +I worry about you all the time, hangin' out on the corner +All times at night with the cruel people +Baby, that ain't nothin' but trouble +I always taught you that you could have whatever you dream +Well, I want you to hold on to that dream, baby +Hold on to it real tight, ‘cause the sky's the limit +[Break: The Notorious B.I.G.] +Good evening, ladies and gentlemen +How's everybody doing tonight? +I'd like to welcome to the stage +The lyrically acclaimed +I like this young man, because when he came out +He came out with the phrase +He went from ashy to classy – I like that +So everybody in the house +Give a warm round of applause for The Notorious B.I.G +The Notorious B.I.G +Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for him y'all! +[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] +Uh, a nigga never been as broke as me, I like that +When I was young, I had two pair of Lees, besides that +The pin stripes and the gray +The one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays +While niggas flirt, I'm sewing tigers on my shirts, and alligators +You want to see the inside? I see you later +Here comes the drama, oh +That's that nigga with the fake, blaow +Why you punch me in my face? Stay in your place +Play your position, here come my intuition +Go in this nigga pocket, rob him while his friends watchin' +And hoes clockin', here comes respect +His crew's your crew or they might be next +Look at their man eye, big man, they never try +So we rolled with them, stole with them +I mean loyalty, niggas bought me milks at lunch +The milks was chocolate, the cookies, butter crunch +'88 Oshkosh and blue and white dunks, pass the blunts +[Chorus: 112] +Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on +Just keep on pressing on +Sky is the limit and you know that you can have +What you want, be what you want +Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on +Just keep on pressing on +Sky is the limit and you know that you can have +What you want, be what you want +Have what you want, be what you want +[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] +I was ashamed, my crew was lame +I had enough heart for most of them +Long as I got stuff from most of them +It's on, even when I was wrong, I got my point across +They depicted me the boss, of course +My orange box-cutter make the world go round +Plus I'm fucking, bitches ain't my homegirls now +Start stacking, dabbled in crack, gun packing +Nickname Medina make the seniors tote my ninas +From gym class to Inglés pass off a global +The only nigga with a mobile, can't you see like Total +Getting larger in waists and tastes +Ain't no telling where this felon is headin', just in case +Keep a shell at the tip of your melon, clear the space +Your brain was a terrible thing to waste +'88 on gates, snatch initial name plates +Smokin' spliffs with niggas, real-life beginner killers +Praying God forgive us for being sinners, help us out +[Chorus: 112] +Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on +Just keep on pressing on +Sky is the limit and you know that you can have +What you want, be what you want +Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on +Just keep on pressing on +Sky is the limit and you know that you can have +What you want, be what you want +Have what you want, be what you want +[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] +After realizin', to master enterprisin' +I ain't have to be in school by ten +I then began to encounter with my counterparts +On how to burn the block apart +Break it down into sections, drugs by the selections +Some use pipes, others use injections +Syringe sold separately, Frank the Deputy +Quick to grab my Smith & Wesson like my dick was missing +To protect my position, my corner, my lair +While we out here, say the Hustlers Prayer: +"If the game shakes me or breaks me +I hope it makes me a better man, take a better stand" +Put money in my mom's hand +Get my daughter this college plan so she don't need no man +Stay far from timid, only make moves when your heart's in it +And live the phrase "Sky's the limit" +Motherfuckers, see you chumps on top +[Chorus: 112] +Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on +Just keep on pressing on +Sky is the limit and you know that you can have +What you want, be what you want +Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on +Just keep on pressing on +Sky is the limit and you know that you can have +What you want, be what you want +Have what you want, be what you want +Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on +Just keep on pressing on +Sky is the limit and you know that you can have +What you want, be what you want +Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on +Just keep on pressing on +Sky is the limit and you know that you can have +What you want, be what you want +Sky is the limit and you know that you keep onEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +This That Shit[Verse 1] +This that shit that make you want to get some money +I can fuck your bitch put my dick up in her stomach +And I been off the shits ever since I was a youngin' +I fantasize about the bitches working at Onyx +Now them same bitches on my dick, tryna get my commas +But I remain with the same clique nothing above them +I could take this turn that into something +I'm tryna get rich and famous shit it is nothing +We know you cuff her we fuck her cause she be bustin' +I know you love her you tongue her you, but she be suckin' +We are no niggas so please dont get to frontin' +And you're a nasty nigga end of discussion +That beat go so hard my god give me concussion +My hood got drums like a band no percussion +The ones in the field, keep it real, thats who I fuck with +The ones thats not around keep it solid I ain't trustin' +Fuck it +[Hook] +This that shit that will get you down +My niggas around +This that shit that will get you down +My niggas around +This that shit that will get you down +My niggas around +This that shit that will get you down +My niggas around +This that shit that will get you down +My niggas around +This that shit that will get you down +My niggas around +This that shit that will get you down +My niggas around +This that shit that will get you down +My niggas around +[Verse 2] +Fuck it pull up, so this (?) +Three clips on one gun that shit like a tripod +And if you got problems then all my niggas hop out +Type not to cop out +All my niggas drop out +All my shows be moshed out +Get you stomped out +She stiffin we sniffin' some shit that will open your nostrils +I'm fuckin' this slut I swear we blowin' the couch out +She blowin my dick meanwhile I'm blowin' her back out +Force in the lights made me say pledge of allegiance +NWO now they say I need Jesus +Who say the preacher wasn't with em +Who say the people wasn't with em +If throw me six million, then I'm with em +Sour got me thinkin', smoke purple, see my demons +We millionaires tomorrow +But tomorrow we be feastin' +Ring on my finger different color like the diseases +Ring on my finger different color like the diseases +Medusa look so good got a nigga froze +When she ride that dick got me hard as stone +Addicted to Versace, bitches call me big papi +Head game so sloppy +Nigga how you gon' stop me?5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Never Really Mattered (Demo)[Intro: Lil Wayne & Birdman] +80s and 90s money, boy +Money +Just ball, baby, just ball, baby +Ain't nothing to me +Money ain't never been nothing to me +You understand me? +Ain't nothing to me +Ain't nothing to me +Spend as much as you feel baby +I told the bitch it's just money +[Chorus: Lil Wayne & INOJ] +It never really mattered too much to me, to me +Jesus saves, I spend it, nigga +It never really mattered too much to me, to me +I told the bitch it's just money +It never really mattered too much to me, to me +Jesus saves, I spend it, nigga +It never really mattered too much to me, to me +Yeah +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I'm about to start using hundred dollar bills to twist a kill, that's for real +We've been on the road to riches, I told Stunna pass the wheel +Man, I just bought a painting for half a mill, that's a steal +Shit, when I'm an artist myself for crying out loud, that's a tear +In a backyard, where the dog at? Driveway where the hogs at? +Can't beat this shit, nigga, Lord knows I fought back, I fought back +We live nigga, let's broadcast, you caught that +New car get brought back if that motherfucker don't haul ass +I swear I had a Lexus coupe, it was Pepsi blue +It was shockingly gorgeous, it was electro-cute +I need a screw, the loose change extra loose +I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute, fuck it +[Chorus: Lil Wayne, Birdman, Both & INOJ] +It never really mattered too much to me, to me +Ain't nothing to me, money don't mean nothing to me +It never really mattered too much to me, to me +Ain't nothing to me, money don't mean nothing to me +It ain't nothing to me +I told the bitch it's just money +It never really mattered too much to me, to me +You understand me, love? You can take this jet +I know you ain't been out your neighborhood +Jesus saves, I spend it, nigga +It never really mattered too much to me, to me +You understand me? We going to another country with this chopper, this is ballin' +Yeah +You understand me? Blow a quarter mill +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I'ma park my Royce on the grass at your bitch house +Talk that shit, I'm shit-mouth +I flip this money, baby +Watch that perfect dismount +I say thank God all my bills paid +Knock on wood, my mama good +Knock twice 'cause she gave me life +Don't forget that, your honor could +Man, niggas be jacking these days +Only thief I know is Robbin Hood +But I'll pay for that trial nigga +Gotta protect my lively-hood +Look at all the bullshit I've endured +My lawyer said I matured +Talking 'bout them dead presidents +Breath smell like embalming fluid +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Vacation, vacation +Keep the weed in rotation +Don't give up the location +I'll send you back to population +Man, I feel like making donations +And I don't need no standing ovations +I bought my bitch some new shit +And told her I don't care if you break it, it's just money +[Chorus: Lil Wayne, Birdman, Both & INOJ] +It never really mattered too much to me, to me +Money don't matter +Money don't mean nothing to me +It never really mattered too much to me, to me +It ain't nothing to me, money don't mean nothing to me +It ain't nothing to me +I told the bitch it's just money +It never really mattered too much to me, to me +You understand me, baby girl? You don't have no worries no more when you fuckin' with this +Jesus saves, I spend it, nigga +Money's never a problem +It never really mattered too much to me, to me +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne with Birdman] +I got money to burn, fire hazards +Lil Tune the monsoon +Cash Money mascot, it's hot under this costume +Got rugs I never stepped on +Beds I never effed on +I'm in that upper echelon +Your empty pockets echoing +I still ride for my niggas +Money don't change a gangster +And when I'm asked to pull a few strings +I pull 'em until they untangle +And I like nice things and bad bitches with cab fare +More money, more problems +I'm surprised I still got black hair +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I feel like a vacation, vacation +We gon' need vaccination +Don't give up the destination +I'll send you back to population +Man, let's leave out our situations +Leave our tribulations +I got old money, generations +Where's my cheque book? I'm spending pages, it's just money +[Chorus: Lil Wayne, Birdman, Both & INOJ] +It never really mattered too much to me, to me +Some niggas might call it trickin', we call it takin' care of your broad +Jesus saves, I spend it, nigga, yeah +It never really mattered too much to me, to me +I told the bitch it's just money +It never really mattered too much to me, to me +I swear to God we gon' ride high, and stay fly, and stay high +Yeah, yeah, yeah, money don't mean nothing to me +You understand me, baby? +It never really mattered too much to me, to me +Ain't nothing, money don't mean nothing to me (Money, money) +It ain't nothing to me +Just ball, baby, just ball, baby +[Outro: Lil Wayne & Birdman] +It don't mean nothing +I already paid that price +Money don't mean nothing +We do this shit every night +Yoppas in the middle of the ocean +Helipads, chefs +You understand me? +Baby, we ain't even gotta go to the mall +The mall will come to us +Just the prize of the life4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Halftime[Produced by Large Professor] +[Intro] +(Right… Right…) +Check me out y'all +Nasty Nas in your area +About to cause mass hysteria +[Verse 1] +Before a blunt, I take out my fronts +Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt +You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer +That's like Malcolm X catchin' the Jungle Fever +King poetic, too much flavor, I'm major +Atlanta ain't Brave-r, I pull a number like a pager +‘Cause I'm a ace when I face the bass +40-side is the place that is givin' me grace +Now wait, another dose and you might be dead +And I'm a Nike-head, I wear chains that excite the Feds +And ain't a damn thing gonna change, I'm a performer, strange +So the mic warmer was born to gain +Nas, why did you do it? +You know you got the mad-phat fluid when you rhyme +It's halftime +[Chorus] +(Right…) It's halftime +(Right…) Aiyyo, it's halftime +(Right…) It's halftime +(Right…) Yeah, it's about halftime +This is how it feel, check it out, how it feel +[Verse 2] +It's like that, you know it's like that +I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back +When I attack, there ain't a army that could strike back +So I react, never calmly on a hype track +I set it off with my own rhyme +‘Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time +I max like cassettes, I flex like sex +In your stereo sets, Nas'll catch wreck +I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive +When I was young, I was a fan of The Jackson 5 +I drop jewels, wear jewels, hope to never run it +With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach +Nasty Nas has to rise ‘cause I'm wise +This is exercise 'til the microphone dies +Back in '83 I was an MC sparkin' +But I was too scared to grab the mics in the parks and +Kick my little raps ‘cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand +And now in every jam, I'm the fuckin' man +I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave ships +I used to watch "CHiPs", now I load Glock clips +I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic +Versatile, my style switches like a faggot +But not bisexual, I'm an intellectual of rap +I'm a professional and that's no question, yo +These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand? +‘Cause in the streets, I'm well-known like the number man +Am I in place with the bass and format? +Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all that +And next time I rhyme, I be foul +Whenever I freestyle I see trial, niggas say I'm wild +I hate a rhyme-biter's rhyme +Stay tuned, Nas soon, the real rap comes at halftime +[Chorus] +(Right…) It's halftime +(Right…) Exhale, check it, it's halftime +(Right…) It's halftime +(Right…) It's real in the field +Word life, check it +[Verse 3] +I got it goin' on, even flip a morning song +Every afternoon, I kick half the tune +And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the NARC's hit +Word to Marcus Garvey, I hardly sparked it +‘Cause when I blast the herb, that's my word +I be slayin' 'em fast, doin' this, that and the third +But chill, pass the Andre, and let's slay +I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a matinée +Puttin' hits on 5-0 +‘Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God with the .44 +And biters can't come near +And yo, go to Hell to the foul cop who shot Garcia +I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed +That's extra Phillie change, more cash for damp weed +This goes out to Manhattan, the Island of Staten +Brooklyn and Queens is livin' fat and +The Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout +Ill Will, rest in peace, yo I'm out +[Outro] +(Right…) It's still halftime +(Right…) To the Queensbridge crew +To the Queensbridge crew, you know it's halftime +(Right…) '92, it's halftime +(Right…) Yo police, police man, yo let's get ghost +Halftime…EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Checkin’ for You (Interlude)[Intro: Lil' Kim] +See, it's two type of bitches in the world +You got a broke bitch, you got a rich bitch +That would explain what I am and what my girl Missy is +We the rich motherfuckin' bi-o-tches! +That's right +And then you got a bitch like me +Who just stand above all bitches +That excludes my girl Missy, Mary +You know what I'm saying? +But ya'll know what the fuck I mean, heh +I'm the Queen Bitch, that's right motherfucker, what? +Ya'll gotta problem wit' it, come see me +A motherfucker ain't taking my title +Or my girl Missy title, or my girl Mary title +What, that's right +See, only bitches like us is allowed to play a game a chess +You see, a real queen needs a king +You damn motherfuckin' right +I don't want no nigga laying up under me +That I can't do for me what I can't do for my motherfuckin' self +So when ya'll see me in the street +This is what I want ya'll to do: +Fix your lips, put 'em together nicely and say +Say it along, say it along now +Say "She's a bitch!" +[Verse 1: Missy Elliott] +I was walkin' real slow to the dance floor (Say what?) +He was lookin' at my ass and I turned him on +I see him talkin' to his boy on his cellular phone +I looked at him and all he could say was +"Damn, baby, bring it on" +I talk shit, but I come though like a storm (Say what?) +I keep my piece so sweet, yeah, nice and warm +And all he could feel was this "Love, baby" +[Chorus: Missy Elliott] +I don't give a fuck about what they think, what they say +They can call me a freak, call me anything they wanna name +I don't give a, I don't give a +I just wanna take him home +Take him to the house, then turn him out +He ain't checkin' for you +I don't give a fuck about what they think, what they say +They can call me a freak, call me anything they wanna name +I don't give a, I don't give a +I just wanna take him home +Take him to the house, then turn him out +He ain't checkin' for you + +It Concerns Me[Verse 1] +Since the last time I seen you boo I been around the world +Drugs is gettin' twirled, while driving something absurd +Something you never seen, gold and forest green +Leanin', growl like a demon, the tires smoking when I'm leaving +Playing poker on the river boat +Hid the ace long rifle in my bitch's coat +Flip off the balcony, knife to the throat, ice in the coke +Coke on the table, wild n' out in Roanoke +Hall & Oates we at the benefit for wild owls +They had the freshwater bass served five styles +Flix with Ellen DeGeneres rockin' Perry Ellis +Been a degenerate cutting ribbons with senators +Knock on my door with balloons and that big check +I'm not surprised though still dippin the 5-0 +It's all about survival, me and Supplies man alive on arrival +[Verse 2] +I got the drugs rolled perfect +The gold turkish, flow furnace +I been a earner, just call me earnest +Leave the logistics to attorneys, but if its money it concerns me +Yo wake the fuck up tell my bitch to pull the truck up +Had the marijuana rolled up bitch this shouldn't be a hold up +So much paper it don't fold up, grab the plastic it won't mold up +I'm on the boat smoking gold dust +I marry ya niece, cash me out in Paris for fleece +Shoot the back of ya knees, Gary Sinise +Speaking Arabic in Greece +Grown men turn the keys to cheese, as I water ski Belize +[Verse 3] +I seen a lot but I ain't seen it all +Dreams to ball but I ain't talking bout Seton Hall +Hot red Lamborghini, special seat and all +Plus the doors open up like a season whore +Now you motherfuckers are sour, wishin' you had the vision +Could've been doing division, stay in the coupe like a pigeon +Apartment is getting close to the roof ya boy is risen +Greek men, jump off the back of the boat for dinner +Barehanded snatch up a octopus I'm a winner +Grill it, hit it with olive oil and lemon +Then kiss my fingers, efharisto that was delicious +[Outro] +[Applebee's Commercial]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +The Closing[Raekwon] +Yeah, yeah +I see everything +I see everything +YouknowhatI'msayin? +It's like when we come through +You better have your fuckin third eye open +You know, cause thats what time it is, youknowhatI'msayin? +Cause it's like, when you walk, you striving for perfection +That's what we doing +Understand? +So all that little fake shit out there +We know the science on that +We done seen that shit from, from from difference of angles +YouknowhatImean? +It's like, yo kid, for real +Wu-Tang, we set off a lot of shit in this shit kid, youknowhatImean? +But you know, you know us, we play it calm, humble +YouknowhatImean? +But I just be checking out niggas darts and I be like +Damn, them niggas, them niggas is really, really, really, really, really thinking this their shit! +Uh ha, uh ha ha +YouknowhatImean? +But it's all good cause I'm the soul controller, youknowhatImean? +Rather I say we the soul controllers +The bottom line, like I said +Deal with freedom, justice, equality +You know? +Keep shining, add on +Food, clothing, and shelter +All my niggas, go pick up uniforms +Go, when you buy this album +Go pick up uniforms, for real +YouknowhatImean? +Cause don't think we doing this just for anybody +We doing this shit for certain niggas, kid +Certain people rather +Certain-certain fans, certain supporters +Certain delegators, word +What the fuck man, I'm tired of seeing these +Fake ass niggas fucking, running with the fucking globe +Ain't even, ain't even really seeing it the way it, it should really be seen, youknowhatImean? +It's like, if you going to spread mathematics +Spread it right +YouknowhatImean?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Let’s Stop Playin’[Hook: John Legend] +All I'm saying, come here, lady +I can't take it, let's stop playing +Oh, you know, you know +I got no patience, I hate waiting +I can't take it, let's stop playing +Oh, you know, you know +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, boo, let's cut the crap, you know we like each other +I been wanting you bad, yo, that's word to my mother +I know you got a man, and I'm involved +But we can play this right, if we shuffle the cards +I've been wanting you for mad years, when the elevators broke +I run and help you with your bags upstairs +I was scoping you out, today you was late, to leave by 8 +With no time to be at work at 9 +She'll be back by 6, son pissed you off, I know +When I spoke, yo, you didn't say shit +But still, you was looking mad cute to me +With your lips poked out, being rude to me +You're still sexy, luscious, and all them words +Only girl in the building with a full length fur +Had no choice to raise and press up, explain how I feel +It's only your love I want the best of +[Hook] +[Ghostface Killah] +I had a dream, yo, I seen you on the laundry mat +Folding your clothes by the dryer, my drawers is wet +So you passed me a Bounce, one fell when I bend down +And got up, you start tonguing me down +Butterflies ran across my stomach +Didn't wanna put the fire out, cuz God damn, I love it +Moved the basket out the way, cleared the table +Laid you down, my mouth slid past your navel +Your feet, had knocked over the Clorox bleach +Held my head closer to you when my tongue got deep +I'm saying we both of those, this how I feel +If you don't want a part of me, it's no big deal +But ma, I'm not here to game you, babe, I'm going on vibes +Somewhere inside, I know you feel the same +It's alright tho, you look like, you know how to get it +Here take my keys, come upstairs in a minute +[Hook] +[Hook: John Legend] +Let's stop faking, let's just go get naked +No more discussion, we can get to kiss and hugging +My premonition, told me I got what you're missing +So let's stop playing, baby girl, that's all I'm saying +[Hook 3X] + +She Don’t Love Me[Intro: Chris Brown] +Oh, I know, na na na +You see who's real +BJ Beats +[Chorus: Chris Brown & Boosie Badazz] +Oh girl +I been looking for somebody who gon' hold me down in this cold world +Where you girl? Oh +Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do +Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do +Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do +Oh girl, if she did then why she say she do? +She don't love me like +Oh-woah, she don't love me like she say she do +Woah, she don't love me like she say she do +Oh-woah, she don't love me like she say she do +She don't do the shit she say she do +[Verse 1: Chris Brown, Boosie Badazz & Both] +Monday, she actin' like she don't really miss me (Damn) +Tuesday, I feel a difference in her kisses (Damn) +Wednesday, we sex, we argue when we finish +Thursday she trippin', club all night Friday +Stand by me, Whitney and Bobby, be my rock, girl +Paparazzi, no freedom but at the house, girl +And baby, I don't wanna leave ya, baby, I don't wanna leave +But baby, I don't really need ya either +Front of Harlem, scared to love (Scared to love) +Perfect career, perfect face and that ass, ooh, I'm scared of her +Got too much to lose doin' you but you worth it (You worth it) +If we make it we deserve it (Real) +[Chorus: Chris Brown & Boosie Badazz] +Oh girl +I been looking for somebody who gon' hold me down in this cold world +Where you girl? Oh +Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do +Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do +Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do +Oh girl, if she did then why she say she do? +She don't love me like +Said oh-woah, she don't love me like she say she do +Oh-oh-oh, she don't love me like she say she do +Oh, she don't love me like she say she do +She don't do the shit she say she do +[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz] +(Let me tell you 'bout ol' girl) +She say she me ride or die but she barely smile (Barely smile) +Went to prison, you actin' different, where you at now? +I need a soldier, someone real (Real), someone to come get me +When all odds against me, I need a Navy Seal +If that you can't do, you don't love me like you say you do +Loyalty and honesty, the only way we make it through +Sometimes, she be sweet as cotton candy +But most time, she look at me like she can't stand me +I need sunshine, a bad chick to make me happy (Happy) +Sex me keep me laughin (Haha)', text me somethin' nasty (Yessir) +System against me, the world call me an outcast +So I need a down chick, if you ain't down, you down bad +[Chorus: Chris Brown & Boosie Badazz] +Oh girl +I been looking for somebody who gon' hold me down in this cold world +Where you girl? Oh +Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do +Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do +Oh girl, she don't love me like she say she do +Oh girl, if she did then why she say she do? +She don't love me like +She don't love me like she say she do +She don't love me like she say she do +She don't love me like she say she do +She don't do the shit she say she do9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Cannon (Extended)[Produced by DJ Don Cannon] +[Intro: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] +Yeah +AMG's the gang! +Dedication 2 +Drama +Pay attention! (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] +Howdy-do, motherfuckers, it's Weezy Baby +Niggas bitching and I gotta tote the (My nigga Don Cannon!) +Haha! Listen close, I got duct tape and rope (Oh!) +I leave you missing like the fucking O'bannons +One hand on my money, one hand on my buddy +That's the AK-47, make his neighborhood love me +Bullets like birds, you can hear them bitches humming +Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach +Niggas know I'm sick: I don't spit, I vomit—got it? +One egg short of the omelet +Simon says: "Shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg +And tell him, 'Catch up,' like mayonnaise"; um— +I'm the sickеst nigga doing it—bet that, baby +These othеr niggas dope; I'm wet crack, baby, yes! +Get back, get back, boy, this a setback +Clumsy-ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap +Rest assured, I rest in a azure +Me and my chauffer got a (Cannon!) +Sometimes I gotta let my girl hold the (Cannon!) +I think I'm bout to put some pearl on the (Cannon!) +Yeah! And guess what boy? +You know a nigga just got papers on the (Cannon!) +And I just got off paper for the (Cannon!) +Now I can go and get some paper with this (Cannon!) +What you on? +Them boys pussy, born without a backbone +And if you strapped, we can trade like the Dow Jones +Wet him up, I hope he got his towel on +I aim at the moon, and get my howl on +Some niggas cry wolf, I'm on that dry kush +And when it come to that paper, I stack books ha +You heard what I said +I can put you on your feet or put some money on ya head +Life ain't cheap, you better off dead if you can't pay the fee +Shout out my nigga Fee +See, every motherfucker at the door don't get a key +You're outside looking in, so tell me what you see +It's about money, it's bigger than me +I told my homies, "Don't kill him, bring the nigga to me" (Gangsta!) +Yeah, don't miss, you fucking with the hitman +Kidnap a nigga, make him feel like a kid again +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you +Nigga, talk to the (Cannon!) +Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon!) +Yeah, tell it to my motherfucking (Cannon!) +Yeah, straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you +Nigga, talk to the (Cannon!) +Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon!) +Nigga, tell it to my motherfucking (Cannon!)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Real Talk(Lil Wayne Talking) +I never felt better, Never have, Never will, (Holla) +I mean all I see is money, I got a C-Note between my eyes, (Its Real) +Please feel me, Sqad Up nigga, (For Real) +I'ma dig deep folk, Dig deep dogg, (Its Real) +Now listen, Now what you is? +(Verse 1) +I am what you call a survivor, like trouble with drama +But I recover with power, and love it with honor +Discovered as a son of a problem +Remember smugglin powder throught the doors of my high school +To force up they nostril, 'til it got full +But now they pop for a pill +Lil one here's what's up, Drugs could kill +But drugs could heal +If ya, ahh, ill for that good feel +And it feels good when them fields pull +We wheels quarters through the real raw parts of the streets +My hearts in the streets, So watch what ya step +When ya run from the gunfire of Glocks and Tech's +Specials and Pumps, Vests is for chumps +Eat ya chests for lunch, munch +Young country dude, hunt ya down with tools +Repsect my presence, I step with weapons +You fall in seconds +Its all in the code of the streets, we go by it and stop from it +Real nigga talk, No frontin +Heh +(Chorus) +Do you understand the words that are comin out of my mouth? +If ya dont its because I'm speakin real nigga +Real nigga, This here is real nigga talk +Real nigga talk dogg, I hope you feel me +Let me talk to you dogg, You gotta feel me +I hope you feel me, You gotta feel me +Listen +(Verse 2) +Chrome's hidden inside of my tires +You should see the size of my tires +Ridin' on Mark McGwires, I spark the fire +Got me higher than a late flight +From L.A. to New York twice in the same night +Got some shit in my bag to make ya vein white, Cocaine pipe +Watch homie's brains get rain whipped +Thats the type of sight to make Wayne right +They sayin life is short but money is long, And money is life +So for now I'm runnin the lights, in the 600 with pipes +Hop out, Collar Polo, and under the stripes is something that bites +We will be thuggin for life +And can't nothin pursuede or change us +We gangstas, we live it, I'm in the post without a Pippen +But fuck it, I'm just shootin when I can't move +Who'da knew I can't lose +And truthfully through the loot that's Young Money Entertainment +You get it arranged then holla at me +(Chorus w/ minor variations) +(Verse 3) +I burn in the winter, stand up in the fall +Stand up in the stands, and stand up for my dogs +Them asses I will spall, the plan is too ball +But the stuff I got in my pants cuff +Is enough to make'em put my hands on the wall +Work, push on the strip, I'm pushin the whip +Fat back pockets, my cushion if I'm lookin to slip +I'm hookin ya lip, If ya play hookie with my chips +Put that ass kitchen, bitch, when ya cookin that shit +Dodge hoes, jukin and shit +Cause I can see beautiful women, but I'm not lookin for shit +I'm from the hood where you tooken for shit +So you gotta take the shit, and make ya shit +I had to bring home the bacon bits +Cause Pop's was fakin, and he left a nigga bakin shit +Now my heart ache and itch, from all the flagrant shit +I gotta take in, and thug out +Real nigga talk, bitch +(Chorus w/ minor variations)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Bag after BagBitch, I count a lot of money +Boy, I fuck a lot of hoes +I love my niggas like the Zoes +Bitch, I count a lot of money +Love my niggas like the Zoes +Do a lot of stuntin' +Fuck a lot of hoes +Bitch I count a lot of money +Love my niggas like the Zoes +Keep a big bankroll +And I fuck a lot of hoes +Bitch, I count a lot of money +Bag after bag on yo' bitchass +Bitch, I count a lot of money +Bag after bag on yo' bitchass +Bitch, I count a lot of money +Fuck a lot of dimes +Run with a real mafia +Known for slangin iron +Pappadeuxs, we eat Tilapia +All my partners shine +Disrespect the clique +We gon' disconnect your spine +Made my first million dollars +3 years, 4.25 +Certified with choppers, 3 kills 4.25 +Got Iraq-type niggas, strapped up ready to die +He make a song he gon' get gone, I'm droppin' a 125, bye +Like Zoes we love our niggas from the can, the penitentiary +I'm the man, you turn against me, I'm gon' knock you 'cross the fences +Got my henchmen with me, check out my Jewelhouse pockets +Boy, I keep 50 with me (you ain't know?) +Bitch, I count a lot of money +I love my niggas like the Zoes +Do a lot of stuntin' +Fuck a lot of hoes +Bitch I count a lot of money +Love my niggas like the Zoes +Keep a big bankroll +And I fuck a lot of hoes +Bitch, I count a lot of money +Bag after bag on yo' bitchass +Bitch, I count a lot of money +Bag after bag on yo' bitchass +Bitch, I count a lot of money +I count up the money, I fuck all the hoes +I'm paid off my shows, believe me +I wake up, my hand be itchin' , I'm stackin' these millions for billions, I'm tweakin' +I fuck all the dimes, I play with they mind, but I don't play games in the bed +I'm straight to the point, don't even wanna fuck if I can't get the head +So it gon' go down, southside, 4 down +Love my real niggas for real, we like the Zoe pound +3 best believe chicks, I got some bad bitches waitin' on you +Bag after bag, got you mad,nigga you hatin' on me +I'm official boy, every day is Christmas boy +Yo' bitch, I probably hit her, boy +Probably made her press record +Probably made her bless my boy +Jewelhouse bringin' extra boy +I'm flexin' +Bitch, I count a lot of money +Love my niggas like the Zoes +Do a lot of stuntin' +Fuck a lot of hoes +Bitch, I count a lot of money +Love my niggas like the Zoes +Keep a big bankroll +And I fuck a lot of hoes +Bitch, I count a lot of money +Bag after bag on yo' bitchass +Bitch, I count a lot of money +Bag after bag on yo' bitchass +Bitch, I count a lot of moneyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Heavy Hitters (One Love Blend)Heavy Hitter for life +Heavy hitters for life +You rappers think I give a f*ck about the way the day spent +Want to be on my album but don't want me on they sh*t +Everybody thought i was makin a compelation +I was really makin myself they competation +Fresh off the plane form the all star game +Bone girls on t.v so it's all star trains +Just picture man. No stichin man +Somethin for the phiends fresh out the kitchen man +Last 9/11 I was poor on a half till I floored up my math +Now it's Porsche 9/11 and I'm floorin the gas +Problems that i had no more +Well damn look at how everybody den changed +All my niggas is bout to have it made +Tell j that i'm bout to change the game +This makes everything else sound played +Goddamn Kanye! Kanye! Kanye! +Now hold up. Ain't nobody makin with me dog now you say it +Ain't nobody messin with you at all +I told dude you can't even rap on my interlude +Now does that make me as rude as Jude? +When the album comin out man the people is askin +Yall got motive adidas ya sick with the fashion +Ya already got do so ya spit for the passion +The way ya rhymes give me Tribe Called Quest flash backs +And let's not even bring up the tracks man +Nope nope let's not do that man +Ya eatin up the game like Pac man +And got the whole world shakin just like crack phiends +Heavy hitters for life +Roca fella is for life throw them diamonds up throw them diamonds up trow ya diamonds + +Lick Shots[Intro: Missy] +Uh, ayo, Timbaland +See, what they don't understand +Is we about to flip our whole style on 'em +For two-double-zero-one (Hey) +And for those of you who hated (Hey) +You only made us more creative +(Misdemeanor, uh) +[Verse 1: Missy] +You don't wanna speak my name +Mess around, get that ass blown away +Brrah, fool, go on away +I ain't never like your tail anyway +Missy got somethin' to say +I ride down the block in an Escalade +Bling bling all in your face +I think you might need to put on your shades +Rah, I know you feel me doe +You hatin' on me, but you hear me doe +Twenty inch rims sittin' crazy low +Ah, I'm a crazy ho +I'ma keep the party live +Me and Timbaland gonna flip it tonight +Keep your hands in the sky +Wave 'em 'round like you're crazy high +[Chorus] +Huh, time to lick shots +Time to see you dance +Hey you, why you frontin'? +Blaow, time to lick shots +Time to see you dance +Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow +[Verse 2: Missy] +You don't know who I be +Your mammy tell you not to fuck wit' me +If I give you head, you'll never leave +Rah, stop sweatin' me +Flip it on the blackhand side +Looka here boy, don't you even try it +Make me dislocate your spine +My rings fix your shine like turpentine +What you comin' 'round here now fo'? +Baby, hell no, you just want my dough +Get ya black ass on the flo' +Fool touch me, that's a no-no +Rah, Mr. DJ, won't you play that song? +Tell the freaks shake they nasty thongs +Hey boys, won't you sing along? +'Cause we gon' rock the party 'til the early morn +[Chorus] +Huh, time to lick shots +Time to see you dance +Hey you, why you frontin'? +Blaow, time to lick shots +Time to see you dance +Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow +[Verse 3: Missy] +Y'all don't hear me (Hot) +You got your guns but you don't scare me (Ooh) +Originality is leary (Uh) +My own style and I ain't sharin' +Back up, back up, easy now +Hey y'all (Hot) +Let's turn it up and tear the club down (Uh) +Grab your drinks and give me two rounds +I'll break you off, I'm goin' down down +Watch yourself, I'm about to turn it up +[Chorus] +Huh, time to lick shots +Time to see you dance +Hey you, why you frontin'? +Blaow, time to lick shots +Time to see you dance +Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow +[Pre-Chorus] +Listen +Listen +[Chorus] +Huh, time to lick shots +Time to see you dance +Hey you, why you frontin'? +Blaow, time to lick shots +Time to see you dance +Hey you, why you frontin'? Blaow + +Ron O’Neal[Verse 1: Method Man] +Coach, put me in the game +I'm for real, for them peoples tryna to put me in them chains +Whatever the topic, let's put it in the frame +We can even load it and cock it and put it in they brains +I'm saying, some rappers do it for a chain +Kill yourself, I know killers that'll do it for some change +These veterans is slipping, they ain't doing it the same +I don't slip, set a pick and put a shooter in your lane +Precise, 'bout shoot them at the range +But I ain't tryna shoot it with you rappers +I'll just shoot it at your dame +Y'all never should have threw me in the game +Found a new word for weed, that was so mean +I threw it in my name +[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] +My song banging loud on the block like arms spraying +The law hating, warring like Blacks and Caucasians +God versus Satan, I'm laying in the dark +With the Mossberg waiting, letting off first basing +Slim from the cotton club washing a scrub +Deuce high when he cruise by, spotting his love +Hold the mic like a .38 muzzle to snub +This flow, call it OJ blood on the glove +Above rap, capital Gs speak on the facts +Please believe that, meaning that I keep it a stack +He's back, he a beast on the track +The only time that I go soft is probably with your freak in the sack +Feel the bass make sure he shake, murder verse, first forty-eight +Manslaughter, nearly caught a case +I crack heads more than base +Stack bread when I orchestrate, that said y'all the bass +[Hook: Nathaniel] +No matter what the weather, we be getting our cheddar +So we can have a better tomorrow +Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard +For a better tomorrow +[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] +I seen niggas sniff coke through a crazy straw +Come out they shirts sweating bullets with the Bobby Brown jaw +Dry mouth, grinding back and forth plus he's steaming a Newport +We all holding the torch +Few staircase murders, some burners don't blam right +Guns that kicked around the wall you better stand tight +Full of X, AKs, whiling in lobbys, bulletproof PJs +Fuck around and get spunned like the DJ +CSI traumatized by viewing the instant replay +SpongeBob niggas get scars nigga +I'm off style in any section of the hood I'll pull your car nigga +[Hook: Nathaniel] +No matter what the weather, we be getting our cheddar +So we can have a better tomorrow +Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard +For a better tomorrow +[Bridge: Masta Killa] +See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat +So you rather pursue death than admit defeat +See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat +So you rather pursue death than admit defeat +[Verse 4: RZA] +I used to be so narcissistic, park the whip and spark the biscuits +Spit hollow tipped shells at the Narcs with quickness +Live to tell the tale cause only God's my witness +Been a long time, change gonna come son, I'm optimistic +I hold the steel like Ron O'Neal +Super fly, do or die, Killah Hill, Brownsville +Never ran, never will, yes I can, yes I will +Put a dot upon your knot then I drill through your grill +Like a dentist, my apprentice speaks with a vengeance +Demented scientists count bodies inside the trenches +That's judges off the benches, got inches for y'all wenches +We plant those hot seeds that grow in cold winters +[Hook: Nathaniel] +No matter what the weather, we be getting our cheddar +So we can have a better tomorrow +Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard +For a better tomorrow +[Bridge: Masta Killa] +See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat +So you rather pursue death than admit defeat +See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat +So you rather pursue death than admit defeatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Running Your Mouth[Intro: Notorious B.I.G.] +Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? +Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? +Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? +Where Brooklyn at? +1, 2, 3, and +[Verse 1: Fabolous] +Now, they say you ain't never suppose to envy no man +Can't tell that to a dingy old man +Who see a young nigga getting plenty of dough, man +Icy Audemar, Henny gold band +With a mean girl like Lindsay Lohan +That's why I keep the 9 in the Bentley door pan +Trust it's gon' bust you roll on us +Know it's gon' blow fo' my dough +Why would you try with that guy? +Scene told you he'd keep it G +We can bang like the two chains on my neck +The hood is Iraq, I'm Hussein in the 'jects +The coup's up, take the new lane for a sec +12" thump, new Kane in the deck nigga +Right now with a squeezer in a 'cuzzi +And I'm goin out like Keyshia with the UZI, yeah +[Chorus: Nate Dogg] +They talk about it, we all about it +They making plans, we sit and count it +Our cheddar stackin' just like a mountain +You heard about it, she running her mouth +She want's to ride it, she's trying to hide it +I'm cool as Hell but she's too excited +Her man look like he wanna fight +But he ain't doing nothing but running his mouth +[Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.] +Fuck around and feel the fury of a high nigga +When I get busy throw your hands in the sky nigga +I got the illest of the ill mentality, niggas be grabbing me +Knowing that they'd rather be stabbing me +All up in my back trying to take my track +When I used to sell crack I ain't had problems like that +Street rules, watch your pockets and your jewels +A nigga front, throw the gat to the fool +Next who wanna move is getting blasted +Streets to a flows from the ill ghetto bastard +As I release masterpieces like adhesive +Stuck to your ass, like tissue when your wiping fast +MC's have a hard time believin' +I'm Marked For Death, Hard to Kill like Steven +When Jake come, I'm leaving, the black man's motto +You got a better chance playing lotto +What you want nigga? +[Chorus: Nate Dogg] +They talk about it, we all about it +They making plans, we sit and count it +Our cheddar stackin' just like a mountain +You heard about it, she running her mouth +She want's to ride it, she's trying to hide it +I'm cool as Hell but she's too excited +Her man look like he wanna fight +But he ain't doing nothing but running his mouth +[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] +Ayo, now watch me dip-dip-di-dive all over the beat +Now watch me drip-drip-dri-di all over the street +The general consensus is you'll be the dominating fleet +Bitch raw, and let me continue to bring the heat +You know who been the kings of the block, the kings of the drops +The kings of the crack music and the kings of the clubs +Niggas fire then drop shit like the purest of powder +That's why most of these niggas little songs be sounding like our's +Couple years ago, niggas probably thought I was dying +Now same niggas are idolizing put our face in the shrine +Yeah, I took a little time to cook and show you what's really hot +How the fuck any of you niggas think you filling my spot? +Why you niggas getting mad at us? We shit on your floors +All in your house nigga, our strategies is different from yours +Listen, you come you can do it while I continue to preach +Snoop, Fab, Big and Bust of the stand if you can't reach +Let's go +[Chorus: Nate Dogg & Foxy Brown] +They talk about it, we all about it +They making plans, we sit and count it +Our cheddar stackin' just like a mountain +You heard about it, she running her mouth +She want's to ride it, she's trying to hide it +I'm cool as Hell but she's too excited (Uh, uh) +Her man look like he wanna fight (Fox then B.I.G) +But he ain't doing nothing but running his mouth +[Verse 4: Foxy Brown] +Who fucking with Fox? Who want it with I? +Bust a shot for me and Big from the ville from the sky +Got my joan fross shit on, hop off my dick +Canary bangle-round I ain't gon' 20 carrots on this bitch +Pull up the Phantom, show 'em how we switch +From the Bentley blinds spur kill 'em with the six +Bedstuy what up y'all, what up with your girl +How she leave dude broke tell them boys on work +I'm in the G5 jedi, Brooklyn what's your chrome +Cause that niggas lying home if the tutti with the dead-eye +My nigga Neck got hit up in his truck +On Nastrand Ave, ain't the same since Homo got touched +Nasty with the pistol, nasty with the clit +See I'm a beast with it, fucking 'til I'm crippled +Ill Na Na, squeezing the llama +Bog roll dutty, Foxy and Poppa +[Verse 5: Snoop Dogg & The Notorious B.I.G.] +Run for your gun you suckers +B.I.G. I'm a get them motherfuckers +Don't you worry about a thing, bang-bang-boogie +I got a few chickens that's gon' work that noogie +In the 'Lac with a sack, go and put it on the mat +What it do nephew (Where Brooklyn at?) +Uh, turning it out, run in your house +Gun in your mouth, motherfucker, quit running your mouth +[Chorus: Nate Dogg] +They talk about it, we all about it +They making plans, we sit and count it +Our cheddar stackin' just like a mountain +You heard about it, she running her mouth +She want's to ride it, she's trying to hide it +I'm cool as Hell but she's too excited +Her man look like he wanna fight +But he ain't doing nothing but running his mouth +[Outro: Nate Dogg] +What you really want from a nigga?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Work the Pole[Verse: ] +Yeah, I bend it down, I touch my toes +I do the splits, then fuck the floors +Suck your dick, then fuck some more +Get on top and ride it slow +Wanna stay on till I explode +Dynamite, time control +I make you take it back, Delorean +Then hold your breath and stretch it out, accordion +Spread my legs, lick my clit +So good, make you bite your lips +He on that Mike Tyson shit +This bitch not to be fucked with +And you better not cum quick (why?) +'Cause me and my girls love to suck dick +Brand new mattress, break the frame +Pussy so good make you say my name +[Hook] +She work the pole +(She a working girl, she work the pole) +She work the pole +(She a working girl, she work the pole) +She work the pole +(She a working girl, she work the pole) +She work the pole +(She break it down, she take it low) +[Chorus] +Oooh, he can lick the clit +When I sit on it I'm riding it +Oooh, I'm riding it +Oooh, he wanna take me down +He wanna take me down, he wanna take me down +He wanna take me down +He can take me down, he can take me down +He can take me down +He wanna take me down, he wanna take me down +He wanna take me down +He can take me down, he can take me down +He can take me down +He eating it when I'm riding it, oooh +[Outro] +Let's get nasty, let's get nasty + +Fast Shadow[Intro: Method Man & Ol' Dirty Bastard] +DJ, I'm sayin' +You could– you could just come over top of that shit +Did I hear it? +(Suck the dick, suck the dick) +Nigga and bang your head, punk +(Suck the dick, suck the dick) +Uh, and it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't +(Suck the dick, suck the dick) +It don't, it don't, it don't, it don't stop +(Suck… my… dick) +[Verse 1: Method Man] +It all starts with the pad and pen +Shall we begin to burn bush in this rap session? +Once again on the run be the Black Stallion +Now you fuckin' wit Ticallion, hmmm +Iron Lung, boy, me can done, army of one, blaze yo' bun +I'mma get you none, accept challenge, uh +Run a mile with a racist, they iced it, I aced it +Placed it, right up in their face till they faced it +Hard to the dome like a chrome microphone +I'm ba-ba-ba-ba-bad to the bone, to the bone +Danger zone, that's my life and my song +Keep it movin', hop along little doggies +[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard] +Uh, uh, uh, fuck thaaat! +Drive The Mack Cadillac +Dark shade the window all sunny and black +Pitch antenna back of the car +Inside is a TV, even a bar +Bulletproof down, safe and sound +Chauffeur in the front just to drive the Lexus all around +Give ya, give ya, give ya body a ride, nice and warm inside +Come to the Dirt Dog as the tummy rise +Ha-ha-ha! Enter +[Verse 3: RZA] +Yo, yo, my Wu-Tang clip will make your atom split +The power of my brain, you can't fathom it +Whoever go against the will of the grain will get slain +Don't ever say thy God name in vain +My third eye electronic dragonfly spiral observe +And record your words and your lies and approach you +And have my Dogs come and Ghost you +When it comes to the bread, son, the heat will toast you +[Chorus: U-God] +Music makes me lose control +This is not just rock and roll +Hip hop digs right to the soul +Music makes me lose control +Wu-Tang, now we on a roll +On the rise, now here we go +Guaranteed to flip the show +RZA beats is outta control +Outta control, outta control +Outta control, now here we go +[Verse 4: Masta Killa] +Yo, who got that nigga gassed like he can't get skimasked +Abducted from his doorstep +Dufflebag his head for the price of nothin', he's a glutton +What I'm manifestin', each day is a lesson +Y'all faggots came to the school of the 36 Chambers +Copied on papers of scholars that earn dollars +We trendsetters in Wu leathers, trendsetters in Wu leathers +Whatever +[Chorus: U-God] +Music makes me lose control +This is not just rock and roll +Hip hop digs right to the soul +Music makes me lose control +Wu-Tang, now we on a roll +On a rise, now here we go +Music makes me lose control +Music makes me lose control +Music makes me lose control +This is not just rock and roll +Hip hop digs right to the soul +Music makes me lose control +Wu-Tang, now we on a roll +On a rise, now here we go +Guaranteed to flip the show +RZA beats is out of control +Out of control, out of control +Out of control, now here we goEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Dope Niggaz[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Uh, I thank the Lord I'm not a broke nigga, I’m dope, nigga +Change my name, I ain't like average Joe, nigga +Up above wit' my above average ho, nigga +Tight frame with a tight cameltoe, nigga +I got killers on the front line, you on the sideline +Follow the guidelines or you be in the skyline +Killas on the inside, and on your blindside +Shoot you right between your motherfuckin’ eyebrows +Ooh, kill 'em - It's that "Carter V", let me get 'em +I'm feeling like John Gotti Lennon +And you gon' respect my mind and my sign and my emblem +You got money on your mind and we aimin' at your temple +Check me out or just be quiet in the library, nigga +Or the flowers on your grave gon' be dyin’ every winter +And as long as I’m alive I'm a financial wizard +Long as I can make a dollar out a dime and a nickle +Thank the Lord I’m not a broke nigga +[Chorus: Snoop Dogg] +I get money, I'm a hustler +So if you buyin' what I'm sellin’, you a customer +See I can get it to you anywhere, anything +But it's point-blank range when the pistol bang +I mix it up, I fix it up and I switched it up +I locked down this end and got it twisted up +See I'm a dog, but I loc with my locs +They say, "You are what you smoke" +[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +I grew up around dope niggas +Uh, uh, uh, dope niggas +I grew up around dope niggas +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, I grew up around dope niggas and cold killers +And most niggas was both, nigga, two sport niggas +I was no different from those niggas, but I was chose, nigga +See those niggas somewhere with me in these hoes, nigga +Momma was a go-getter, a coach, nigga +Taught me everything I know, nigga, a soul sister +Taught me how to be a goal tender, support system +For that bitch, you played her role with ya and those children +I ain't lyin', slime, all my niggas balling, it's a fuckin' team sport +I could change the world, but I done lost the remote +All my niggas balling, that's how it's supposed to be, ho +I could change the world, I'd rather change to beast mode +Coke sniffers and dope stickers +And most niggas was both, nigga, explode, nigga +Pop a motherfuckin' cork, nigga, to those niggas +'Cause life's too fuckin' short, nigga, get old, nigga +I ain't lyin', got a gold mirror just to see my goals clearer +Be a role player, role model, while you roll with 'em +They say you don't need to be with us, stay on the road, nigga +That way I wouldn't come to the end of the road with 'em +Man, all my niggas targets, that's includin' me, ho +I could change the world, I'd rather change the people +And definitions 'cause we're defined by our legal roles +All your haters fuelin', my needle broke +Lord, I ain't a broke nigga +[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +I thank the Lord I ain't a broke nigga +I thank the Lord I ain't a broke nigga +[Chorus: Snoop Dogg & Lil Wayne] +I get money, I'm a hustler +So if you buyin' what I'm sellin', you a customer +See I can get it to you anywhere, anything +But it's point-blank range when the pistol bang +I thank the Lord I ain't a broke nigga +I mix it up, I fix it up and I switched it up +I locked down this end and got it twisted up +See I'm a dog, but I loc with my locs +They say, "You are what you smoke" +[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +I grew up around dope niggas +Uh, uh, uh, dope niggas +I grew up around dope niggas +I thank the Lord I ain't a broke nigga17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Talk 2 Me[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Now shorty lets get down to business +If you want it, you can get it +All you gotta do is hit me and it's on (and it's on) +I know its been a minute, and you ain't got time for gimmicks +But I'm comin' to my senses, I was wrong (I was wrong) +But when you roll like me, on your own like me +You gonn' wake up all alone and you will see, see, see +I'm at an all time low, we don't talk no more +Cause I want you back, I need you girl, that's all I know +[Hook] +Now talk to me, talk to me, talk +Walk with me, walk with me, walk +I know these things that we said +How can we stop and leave all +[Verse 2] +How can we ruin something so perfect, so fluent +We was young, We was dumb, We ain't know what we was doing +But now that we older, older +Lets take these things slower, slower +Reset the button, button +And start it all over, over +I cannot stop what I feel, You ain't a notch in my belt +I ain't gonna lie to you girl, I want you all to myself +And forgive for being stingy though +Take you all the places that you swear you never been before +Why is this so difficult, This should be the easy part +Believe me if you need me, Ain't no way we finna keep apart +[Verse 3] +No matter where I go, No matter who I'm with +I always think of you, Cause baby you the shhh +I love your body girl, There's no denying that +I will not rest, I will not sleep, like an insomniac +I keep you up all night, You know I get it right +I give it to you fast or slow, Or anyway you like +So give it one more chance +Now how you want it +If we pick up where we parted +We can finish what we started girl6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +You Better Move[Intro] +What's happening? +Remember I used to play that pinball game? +Let's go +Lil Uzi Vert +Ooh, you better move (That was before I had Internet) +[Chorus] +Ooh, you better move +Ooh, you better move +Ooh, you better move +Ooh, you better move +Ooh, you better move +Ooh, you better move +You better move, you better move +You better move, you better move +Louis my shoes +Pull out my whip on twenty-twos +I saw your girl, I had to scoop +Just like a bird, she gonna swoop +Neck is achoo, might catch the flu +Banana clip straight from the zoo +[Verse 1] +I'm like Mother Goose, if I say shoot, they gonna shoot +No, I'm not sweet, I just got flavor +Don't need no to water to mix up this juice +They say "Why your chain it look like a choker?" +That's for the slaves that had to wear the noose +Uh, no, you can't cuff me, baby, let me loose +The way that I live, baby, that's a roof +Matchin' closet, it came with a pool +Bro moving 8 balls, not no pool +If you ask me his name then I don't have a clue (Woah) +Make 'em hit the folks every time that I shoot +Too much money, I'm evil from the root +Yeah, my shows they bust right through the roof +Saw your crowd at your concert on snooze +I'm a dog, bitch, I howl at the moon +I remember when I didn't have cable +That was back when I used to watch Zoom +[Chorus] +Ooh, you better move +Ooh, you better move +Ooh, you better move +Ooh, you better move +Ooh, you better move +Ooh, you better move +You better move, you better move +You better move, you better move +Louis my shoes +Pull out my whip on twenty-twos +I saw your girl, I had to scoop +Just like a bird, she gonna swoop +Neck is achoo, might catch the flu +Banana clip straight from the zoo +[Verse 2] +I live my life like a cartoon +Reality is not my move +I don't know why that girl so rude +Oh, that's 'cause her jeans, they from Rhude +You better have you a real good excuse +He want the smoke, but I don't got a Juul +I'm like Mother Goose, if I say shoot, they gonna shoot +Yu-Gi-Oh, Yu-Gi-Oh, you wanna duel? +Blue-Eyes White Dragon, no, I will not lose +When I hit my dance, got unlimited moves +Countin' twelve thousand and that was by noon +Yeah, step on competition, changin' my shoes +Green shirt, bitch, I'm Steve, where is Blue? +Every chain on I pity a fool +I'm an iPod, man, you more like a Zune +Made her eat on my dick with a spoon, ew +Versace drawers, bitch, you Fruit of the Loom +Yeah, yeah, Fruit of the Loom +[Chorus] +Ooh, you better move +Ooh, you better move +Ooh, you better move +Ooh, you better move +Ooh, you better move +Ooh, you better move +You better move, you better move +You better move, you better move +Louis my shoes +Pull out my whip on twenty-twos +I saw your girl, I had to scoop +Just like a bird, she gonna swoop +Neck is achoo, might catch the flu +Banana clip straight from the zoo +[Outro] +Woah +Yeah, yeah, yeah19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Phone Home[Intro: Dre] +This is, this is, this is, this is +We are not the same, I am a Martian +We are not the same, I am a Martian +Greetings from Planet Weezy +We will begin transmission in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 +[Chorus: Dre] +Phone home! Weezy +Phone home! Weezy +Phone home! Weezy +Phone home! Weezy +And if you feel like you're the best +Go 'head and do the Weezy-We, and +Phone home! Weezy +Phone home! Weezy +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +We are not the same, I am a Martian +And I'm hotter than summer rain like Carl Thomas +Lock, load, ready to aim at any target +I could get your brains for a bargain like I bought it from Target +Hip hop is my supermarket +Shopping cart full of fake hip hop artists +I'm starving, sorry, I gotta eat all it +And I'll be back in the morning +[Chorus: Dre] +Phone home! Weezy +Phone home! Weezy +Phone home! Weezy +Phone home! Weezy +And if you feel like you're the best +Go 'head and do the Weezy-We, and +Phone home! Weezy +Phone home! Weezy +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +We are not the same, I am a alien +Like Gonzales, young college +Student, who done just flipped the game like Houston +I'm used to promethazine in two cups, I'm screwed up +And you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up +Flow so sick make you wanna throw your food up +Ice water chest, and my wrist like a cool cup +Two twin clippers, I give your ass a crew cut +I get bread like cold cuts, you know what? +Your girl go down fast, come up slow, but I never slow up +Weezy! +[Chorus: Dre] +Phone home! Weezy +Phone home! Weezy +Phone home! Weezy +Phone home! Weezy +And if you feel like you're the best +Go 'head and do the Weezy-We, and +Phone home! Weezy +Phone home! Weezy +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +They don't make 'em like me no more +Matter of fact, they never made it like me before +I'm rare, like Mr. Clean with hair +No brake lights on my car rear +I never had life and I never had fear +I rap like I done died and gone to heaven, I swear +And yeah, I'm a bear, like black and white hair, so I'm polar +And they can't get on my system 'cause my system is the solar +I am so far from the othars, I meant others +I just eat them for supper, get in my spaceship and hover, hover +[Chorus: Dre] +Phone home! Weezy +Phone home! Weezy +Phone home! Weezy +Phone home! Weezy +And if you feel like you're the best +Go 'head and do the Weezy-We, and +Phone home! Weezy +Phone home! Weezy12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +I Run New York[Intro: 50 Cent] +Oh! Please don't play with the animal +[Hook: 50 Cent] (Tony Yayo) +The walls have ears lil' nigga, I run New York +Even when I ain't there lil' nigga, I run New York +I said the walls have ears lil' nigga, I hear when you talk +Let's get this shit clear lil' nigga, I run New York +(Here we go now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) +[Verse 1: 50 Cent] +I wake up, stare at the ceilin', I'm alive, what a beautiful feelin' +I put my vest on, right after I put on my draws +It's a habit I'm always prepared for war +See, my life's like some shit you seen in a flick +Bitches act like porn stars when they sit on the dick +When I was gettin' out the game I said one more flick +Test my aim in the range I'm like one more clip +It's my brain, I'm insane, I be on some shit +Man, I run Interscope, Jada's tryin to annoy me +He's nothin' but another disgruntled employee +Been in the game ten years, and he still ain't rich +Even his momma upset that he still ain't shit +But he keep runnin his yap like I'm a take all that +One more word out his mouth I'll push Styles shit back +See, the nozzle on my trey pound is three inches long +And the kick on the four-fours is extremely strong +With a lil' trey deuce it's like pop, pop +Chase his ass up the block till his bitch ass drop +And them verses he be kickin', none of 'em hot +'Cause he ain't got none of that shit he sayin' he got +And he ain't did none of that shit he sayin' he did +And I ain't got, time to be talkin' 'bout this shit, fuckin' faggot!!!! +[Hook: 50 Cent] +I gets busy lil' nigga, I run New York +Yeah, I live in CT, lil' nigga, but I run New York +I don't go to parties, lil' nigga, but I run New York +And I stay gettin' cheese, lil' nigga, 'cause I run New York +Yayo, tell 'em I run New York +[Verse 2: Tony Yayo] +My money longer than yours, nigga, call your recruits +The LOX made more money in them damn shiny suits +The game about sales, drugs and rappin' +Jada, fuck your punchlines, my shirt went platinum +Styles and Sheek Louch, went double plastic +Yayo, Buck and Banks is puttin' out classics +A hundred shots, a hundred clips, y'all ready to die +Fat Joe ain't a gangsta, he scared to fly +Automatic Mossberg who want a piece of this pump +I'll have Ja Rule buried, in some high heel pumps +Vest up in the bulletproof man fuck that +Homie shoot up my whip, all you leave is a scratch +Yo, I flip cocaine in your project lobby +And beat you with my pistol like Kane did Chauncey +It's T.O.N.Y. Y.A.Y.O +My whole clique got dough, my hoes on the fly home +G4's, we fly on Lears +And my rocks lookin' like flashlights in my ears, nigga +[Hook: 50 Cent] +When I'm in D.C. lil' nigga, I tell 'em, I run New York +When I'm out in Philly lil' homie, I run New York +When I'm in V.A. I tell niggas guess what I run New York +When I'm in N.C. niggas holla at me cause I run New York +Yayo tell 'em I run New York +[Outro: 50 Cent] +Yo who the fuck told this lil' nigga he can talk to me like that?!! +If I catch him I'll bawl him up and roll him somewhere, ha ha ha ha!!!! +Dee! Waah! wanna talk to me?! wanna tell me what's goin on? +You want me to service him for real cause I'll service him! I'll murder!!!! +Ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!! Hey! Hey get Puffy on the phone!!!! +Tell him I said, tell that nigga Puffy I said get out the mirror for a second let me talk to him +Puffy own the nigga motherfuckin publishing!!!! +Tell him I wanna buy the nigga Jadakiss publishing! nigga still ain't recoup!!! +Awww nigga you in the red, you owe money nigga!!! +Awww man!!!! Now why you made me put your business in the streets! +Now niggas know you ain't shit!!!! Damn! +I see your monkey ass in the paper, cause you ain't returned them jewels you borrowed +You better give them back! you dirty nigga +Ain't none of that shit you be wearin yours! +Ha ha ha!!! We could've kept it a secret nigga +These niggas I'm supossed to beef with!? +Awww man!!!! This fight is fixed, you've been set up! +Ha ha ha!!! That's what he 'gon say they set me up man +I ain't know the nigga was gonna do that +Ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Hurricane (Demo)[Chorus: Kanye West] +See this in 3D +'Fore life start for me +'Fore life start for me +Thoughts and thoughts to me +80 degrees +Warmin' up to me +I did it free +I did know, indeed +And I run out to sea +I can walk on the water +Honey, I want you +I can float on the finer +Father, hold me close +Don't let me down +I know you won't +[Verse: Kanye West] +I chose not to be a slave +Dropped the Wave Runners, now we run the wave +Like we ain't have all the hood rats and mud rats +Like you ain't had 'em, good stats and all that +Nobody gon' ruin me +I just called my wife up, let's get Hoover free +I put all my ice up and my Louis V +I just copped my momma crib, I'm back over East +Let me get your ear like Holyfield +From the home of Soldier Field +Coming home, that's how a soldier feels +All that killing over, that's just overkill +Yeezy back in the Chi, this that Oprah field +[Chorus: Kanye West] +See this in 3D +'Fore life start for me +'Fore life start for me +Thoughts and thoughts to me +80 degrees +Warmin' up to me +I did it free +I did know, indeed +And I run out to sea +I can walk on the water +Honey, I want you +I can float on the finer +Father, hold me close +Don't let me down +I know you won't + +Ain’t No PartyOh, next light bust a right +It's not gonna be too hard +If there's no parking on the street pull up on their front yard +Don't bring no vodka, or whisky +We've got everything you need +Just bring a pair of your dancing shoes and get down to this beat +Let's go down +Wash that sugar down +You gotta realize that there ain't no party +Like the party going on in my house +Better believe that it's gonna be the biggest night of the year +Because there ain't no party +Like the party going on in my house +But it would be so much better if you were only here +... Mmmm, oh, that's right. Mmmm +Prom night, Oscar night, got all that BS beat +There's twenty girls for every single boy +And their crazy from this heat +We'll take you up and down and everywhere in between +Mom and Dad are out of town all week +So you better get on your feet +If you can not find the lyrics you want, You may want to request them +Let's go down. Wash that sugar down +Ain't No Party +Because there ain't no party like the party going on in my house +Better believe that it's gonna be the biggest night of the year +Because there ain't no party like the party going on in my house +But it would be so much better if you were only here +Mmmm. Oh I think it's gonna get hot tonight +Brothers and sisters moving in together so +So nice and tight +Everything you ever wanted from this life is gonna happen right now +Oooh, those girls tend to hide (?) +And the temperatures rise +Better reach for the sky and raise up the ceiling. ... +Because there ain't no party like the party going on in my house +Better believe that its gonna be the biggest night of the year +Because there ain't no party like the party going on in my house +But it would be so much better if you were only here +If only you were here + +Bloodline[Verse 1] +The streets make the hustlas +Hustlas make the world go round +The world is made of keys, ounces and pounds +The keys, ounces and pounds is made from hustlas +See how shit come back round for ya +Gotta cop it, chop it and cook it +See how shit come back round for ya +Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble +And you can knock on my door +But you can't knock the hustle +But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen +And my J butter put more 'd' on me +Lil Weezy Wee gon eat that's how it is +Got insurance on the floor man I'm that positive +And I'm shaggy in the saggy lens +Me an my squad in the paddy wagon tally Benz +And you know I put the mags on that +.45 mack with the flash on that +Who want it +Everybody sing along +[Hook x2] +Now I'mma ride cuz I got riding in my bloodline +And I'mma shine cuz I got shining in my bloodline +I get that dough cuz I got hustle in my bloodline +I bleed concrete +[Verse 2] +And when I move, I move out with the raw +I move out with the squad +To his album we ride we so mob +I throw lives and lowest to live +For my loaf of bread the people's player +I did what the culture said +And I live by La Costra Nostra said +Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head +Get it right I'm a soldier till I'm dead +This kid is white with buttonholes inside that bled +I'm pumping o's with lots of hay +I'm so high and really I don't even know why +And oh I just go buy a whole house +And lay my mat down lay her back down +But I never put my mack down +You see the thug in me +You know Weezy he the young son of Bubba-B +Buy my basketball shorts with a thunder B +If you want it then come to me +I'm right here +[Hook x2] +[Verse 3] +I'm G'd up +Only follow the code of the streets +Live bad to die good +Know how to move when hustling by the days with no food +But just so I can eat +And ain't it a bitch +And if you see me getting fat I'm probably getting rich +And you probably can see me for some crack before six +And after that it's all bricks +A fake and my palm is wrapped around this eight +And my arm because the dirty south is straight Vietnam +I skate with the bomb +I'm asking you don't play with me at all +Shots hit your ass and make three of y'all +It'll take three of y'all to fill one of my shoeprints +Cuz I did and do shit that's better than new shit +Fit for two clips +The kid is a nuisance +Awww man, he's inspired by his own gangsta music +And the Blueprint +Cruising through stoop with the ewe lit +Like ooh shit this is more than weed, it's 500 Degreez +[Hook x2]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Get Up Get Off[Hook] +Aa Aana, Aye Aye Aan Mundian +[Bridge] +You gotta get up +Gotta get up +If you wanna get... +[Verse 1] +I hate people that ain't movin' their shoes +And I hate everybody that I see not feelin' my groove +I like rhymes that be quick as we be takin' the bar +But I hate everybody that don't like electric guitars, and I +Hate people that can’t a dose of they medicine – fuck ‘em, we’re better‘n ‘em – they’s no one, do not compare ‘em, and I +Twista spit the flow so hard it might show them the force +I'd like to see somebody talkin’ shit get turned up a corpse +Only models with the ones that got the wickedest drawers, drink liquor and ballers love – I can kick it with ya'll, but +[Chorus] +Hate phony-ass people, and I +Hate having no droll, and I +Hate bougey-ass clubs that don't be havin’ no bitches that bring it down to the floor, and I +Hate when I can't help somebody, and I +Hate when I ain't got dough, and I +Hate if you ain’t feelin’ Twista and Prodigy rockin’ loose and partly losing control +You gotta get up +If you wanna get off +[Bridge] +You gotta get up +Gotta get up +If you wanna get... +[Chorus] +[Verse 2] +Keep your eyes open just so that I can stop you from blinkin’ +Make you play Russian Roulette and try to see what you're thinkin’ +Through the hole in your dome while I'm holding my own +Get so cold in the zone, I'm destroying my clone +I can fill a fuckin' room up with torture and pain +Blood of the lyrical Dracula is coursing my veins +It's the trilogy of terror, real M.C. from my era +Then I spit some vocal agility that’ll scare ya, because I +[Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Open Letter to Young Warriors in Chicago (Sep. 2009)Dear Young Warriors fighting the wrong wars! Killing each other is definitely played out. Being hurt from the lost of a love one was never cool. +Dear Young Warriors fighting the wrong war! I know that feeling, that frustration with life and needing to take it out on someone, any one. But.... +We chose the dumbest things to go the hardest for. I remember seeing deaths over 8 ball jackets, Fila sneakers, and name plate chains. Deaths over "he say, she say"!!!!! "I'm from this block or I'm from that block", or "my moms n pops is f*cked up now the whole world gotta pay"!!! +I remember feeling like I was the hardest "n*gga" breathing. And I couldn't wait to prove it. But let's think. What are we really proving?? And proving what to who?? Everybody knows Chicago breeds the strongest of the strong but I just feel, me, being ya brother from another state feels your pain as if I grew up with you in ya very own household. +You have the ability and mindpower to change they way we are looked at. Look who's watching us young warriors, look who's throwing us in jail constantly, look at the ignorance in the world. Look at the racist dogs who love to see us down. Loving to bury us in the ground or in jail where we continue this worthless war on one another. +Young warriors.... We are WASTING more and more time. We gotta get on our jobs and take over the world. Cuz this movie left the theaters years ago, Juice, Menace, Boyz n the Hood , Blood n Blood Out, Belly! +When we see each other why do we see hatred? Why were we born in a storm, born soldiers, WARRIORS....and instead of building each other up we are at war with each other.. May the soul of this young person find peace with the almighty. I'm with you young warriors. You're me and I'm you. But trust me! you are fighting the wrong war. +-NasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Reason[Chorus: Emily] +I see people hating other people +Tell me what's the reason +That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money +What's the reason? +[Verse 1: Nas] +By the time of age nine I'm already decidin' +If I can protect mommy from the hood by fightin' +Or usin' a knife or a gun when I'm twenty-one +By by then them hoods woulda pushed their way in our apartment +And we die then, so I been a young nervous wreck in the projects +Watchin' them older niggas pass pot and they high man +I'm just a young boy, snot nose, hair nappy +Cops ride by squeezin' their trigger fingers at me +So I would go to school and try to get good grades +Teacher wrote mommy and kicked me outta school for havin' braids +So she cussed them, said "My son ain't no motherfuckin' hoodlum" +They judged us, thinking that we dumb cause where we come from +Got a little older and now I see +Young niggas wanted by the powers that be (powers that be) +[Hook: Emily] +I see people hating other people +Tell me what's the reason +That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money +What's the reason? +For these wars we're fighting with each other +Season after season +When you're workin' hard, but there ain't nothing comin' +What's the reason? +[Verse 2: Nas] +Uh, picture a Black nanny and a baby in a basket pushin' down 5th Ave +She never had it, it's not hers to begin with +She gives it breakfast, baths and dinners +Treats it so tender while her own kids live alone at home with no phone on +Ain't had a good meal in so long, but so long as mommy's a maid +Cookin' and cleanin', she wanna feed her kids and her kids are dreamin' +Where's my daddy, who's my daddy, have you seen him? +I could imagine them askin', what type of human be-ing +Could leave his family, go back to the Carribean? +Was he locked up, shot up, does he have freedom? +Mom said wipe your tears, keep readin' +But daddy's somewhere, spirit broken, feelin' defeated +A man feels he has to conquer all +The world is his oyster, his pearl so y'all know +[Hook: Emily] +I can't find no reason why we can't all live in peace +Cause this world keeps spinning, yet still I wonder what's the reason +I see people hating other people +Tell me what's the reason +When you're workin' hard but there ain't nothin' comin' +What's the reason? +Oooh-whoa-ooh-whoa +[Verse 3: Nas] +I know a girl, her boyfriend was a fugitive +She's intuitive, be on some stupid shit +She called the cops cause she hated his mother +Now he away doin' numbers, now she gay with her lover +How many niggas gon' die this summer? +I pump life in my music, but still life is a wonder +There's a officer in a squad car, he's a prostitute serial killer +It's odd, huh? Cause he's the same cop in church with his wife +He's molestin' his son and she ignores it at night +Little bad ass bastard, lights a match and kills Betty Shabazz +In her pad while she slept +They said Prescott Bush funded Hitler while the world's in a twister +Nigga, what you expect? Imagine what's next +[Hook: Emily] +Emily harmonizes as Nas talks: +"Uh, uh, man, man'll search the whole planet, looking for what +Try to conquer all. So what? To all my niggas with they +Kids that love they kids, man. All the daddies out there +To all the niggas that died tryin'a figure out what's what +Tryin'a be the biggest of the big, you know. Yeah, yeah +Ladies forgive us. Gotta forgive us. For we know not what +We do. Breakin' hearts, leavin' the crib, buggin' out and +Shit. Just man... man."EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +I Hate Love[Verse 1] +She was the sweetest ever +Whatever happened to forever +She never say never, she rather say whatever +I’d rather stay together and she’d rather chase the devil +Now I’m left to race the rebel +Bartender make it several +Turn up the bass and treble +How bout I make it metal +I’m such a fatal fellow +And shes the reason why +Because without the muthafucker I’d die +I’d die, I’d die +So bury me today or tomorrow +Cause I’ve buried myself away +In the sorrow in May +I die before I wake +I pray I’m resurrected for her nightmares sake +But you love me +At least thats what she said +That whole weekend in my bed +But there was a speaker in my head +Saying “seek and you’ll be led” +But instead, instead I loved you +I was weak and mislead +I was deeper than dead +I was sinking in dread now I’m thinking in shreds +So I inked this in red +But she loves me +She loves me not +I hate love +Yeah I hate love +Oh my God +I hate love +[Verse 2] +I used to tell myself I wouldn’t do this to myself +Until I proved it to myself +And now I’m losing myself +I used to have my shit together but now +You see now, I with whatever +And now, you see, now, you with whoever, forever and ever +And everybody know I ain't acting like I’m supposed +I’m attacking my own soul +I’m back in a lone mode +I’m back on that long road +And that road goes forever and ever +I don’t wanna love no more, spare me +You can have my heart its only dead beat +I’m sick of the love songs and the bullshit +When reality bites like a wolf bitch +She’s on top, she wanna kiss +She won't stop, she don’t wanna quit +Then I woke up and I wish I could sleep forever and ever +[Refrain] +She loves me, she loves me not +I hate love +Yeah I hate love +Oh my God +I hate love +And I don’t want love, I don’t want love +I don’t wanna love no more +So if you see her you can have her +She’ll be outside my door +So tell a preacher, tell a doctor +I curse the very day you were born +Tell my lawyer to tell a judge that I’m guilty7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Lick Shots - OriginalUgh, ay yo Timberland, see what they don't understand +Is we about to flip our whole style on 'em for two double zero one, one +And for those of you who hated, you only made us more creative +Misdemeanor ugh +You don't wanna speak my name +Mess around get that ass blown away +Fool gone away +I didn't even like your tail anyway +Missy got somethin' to say +I ride down the block in an escalade +Bling, bling all in your face +I think you might need to put on your shades +I know you feel me tho +You hatin' on me, but you hear me tho +Twenty inch rims sittin' crazy low +I'm a keep the party live +Me and Timberland gonna flip it tonight +Keep yo hands in the sky +Wave 'em round like your crazy high +Time to lick shots, time to see you dance +Hey you, why you frontin' +Time to lick shots, time to see you dance +Hey you, why you frontin' +You know who I be +You mammy tell you not to fuck wit me +If I give you head, you'll never leave +Stop sweatin' me +Flip it on the black hand side +Look it here boy, don't you even try it +Make me dislocate your spine +My rings put your shine like turpentine +What you comin' around hang out fo? +Baby him know, you just want my dough +Get cha black ass on the flo +Fool touch me, that's a no no +Mr. DJ won't you play that song +Tell the freaks shake they nasty thongs +Hey boys won't you sing along +'Cause we gone rock the party til' the early morn +Time to lick shots, time to see you dance +Hey you, why you frontin' +Time to lick shots, time to see you dance +Hey you, why you frontin' +Y'all don't hear me +Hot +You got your guns but you don't scare me +Originality is leary, my only style and I ain't sharin' +Back up, back up, easy now +Hey Y'all +Hot +Let's turn it up and tear the club down +Grab your drinks and give me two rounds +I'll break you off I'm goin' down down +Watch yourself, I'm about to turn it up +Time to lick shots, time to see you dance +Hey you, why you frontin' +Time to lick shots, time to see you dance +Hey you, why you frontin' +Listen, listen +Time to lick shots, time to see you dance +Hey you, why you frontin' +Time to lick shots, time to see you dance +Hey you, why you frontin' + +Every Weekend[Intro: Slug Christ] +Every weekend, every fucking weekend +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Every weekend, every fucking weekend +Yah, yah, yaaah +[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +Yah, I'm geeking off them bars +Oh my god, oh my god, I might withdraw, oh my god +Oh my god, what is god? Fuck god, I am god +Let me rock, let me rock, oh my god, I'm geeking off them bars +Oh my god, oh my god, I might withdraw, oh my god +Oh my god, what is god? Fuck god +Let me rock, let me rock, let me rock, oh my god +Oh my god, I might withdraw, yeah I'm geeking off them bars +Oh my god +[Bridge: Lil Peep] +I've been geeking every fucking weekend +I've been tweaking while my blood seeping +Deeper and deeper, now my bitch leaking +She got demons, I got lots of demons +(demons) Oh my god +I've been geeking every fucking weekend +I've been tweaking while my blood seeping +Deeper and deeper, now my bitch leaking +She got demons, I got lots of demons +[Verse: Slug Christ] +I've been OD'ing every fucking weekend, damn +I've been OD'ing every fucking weekend +I've been doing Xanny bars and heroin every day +I've been fucking hoes in and out the state +They gon' fuck me, love me, swallowing the semen +I've been dreaming, I've been dreaming, I've been dreaming +Slug Christ slugging, fuck the police +Slug Christ drugging, all my girls be worried +Fuck a bitch, don't need it +In love with dope, I need it +I don't fuck with existence so I think that I'ma leave this shit behind +But just for tonight +Unless I do too much and die tonight +Fuckboy gonna say I glorify (stupid) +Use me as example but this ain't no life +You wanna live, I'm fucking lit +Slugga always been day one with the shits +Shout out all my Awful brothers, sisters, damn +Miss y'all, man, I love y'all, we gon' be rich, fuck the world +Fuck the world +Pressed as fuck but at least I'm racked up +[Bridge: Slug Christ] +Every weekend, every fucking weekend +[Verse 2: Lil Peep] +Geek geeking all night, no sleeping +Skeet skeeting on that bitch, taste my semen, yeah +Started bleeding out my nose, now she screaming +I'm about to overdose, still fiending +[Outro: Slug Christ] +I've been OD'ing every fucking weekend +Yung Lil Slugga, Yung Lil Peepee +I like to chill alone but I complain 'bout being lonely +I'ma fucking idiot, yo hating ass ain't gotta tell me +Stupid bitch, leave that shit alone, I already know I'ma piece of shit3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Beat the Clock[Intro] +Ayo, Ghost, what's up nigga? +This Supreme talkin' to you and shit +You brought me all the way in Staten Island to see you +Beat the two minute and thirty seven second clock +Suprise—time started already, muthafucka +Say that shit, nigga +[Verse 1] +I'ma say it, don't get mad, y'all, I throw my darts sideways +Shoot 'em up, bang, bang, through me baby +Lovely lady, fuck the spades, drive the kid crazy +Before I go to bed, now I lay me +People be talkin', I feed dolphins +My defense'll fly the coop off your mean office +My skills is a fortune, robbin' leech out a suite auction +Teachin' foreign fifth graders, fuck what they say +'Cause we against the abortions, and we +Lay low-oh-oh, silent those clowin' foes +Got them clothes for his new funeral +We them Fat Albert niggas, spot runnin' '86 crack viles and pictures +Lookin' all suspicious, I'm out.. +[Interlude] +Ayo, hold up, what the fuck you stop for? +(I got somethin' in my—) Nah, you can't be stoppin', g +What the fuck you ain't got — ayo, you buggin' and shit +Son, you gotta hurry the fuck up +Time is runnin' nigga, come on, what the fuck +[Verse 2] +I work magic out of liquor store +Give me a dollar and I turn that bitch into five +And all I need is one more, to get things started +Get retarded, a one-two — I'ma fix these artists +Take 'em one by one, tie 'em up, line 'em up +Treat 'em like a cigar, fire them niggas up +They be up in the club, six three tree'd up +With them young 'keds with their gear all beat up +This is how I'ma kill 'em with four lines left +Hold your breath, say my name five times it's take's practice, yo +Decap' him with sayin' my name, it's like matches, yo +It's time to fuck up on account in a house, or blow +[Interlude] +Na-na-na-na-na, nah, nah, fuck that four-line shit +You cheatin' and shit, I ain't come here for all that +(I'm tired, though lord, what the fuck) +What you mean you tired and shit, g? +You supposed to be that nigga, nigga then show me +If you that nigga, then show me, nigga +[Verse 3] +I hold a mic like I'm Gale Sayers +Hoppin' over chairs like O.J., my rushin' yards +Them pen, how the meter spray +Happy wife-beater day, don't touch my, cheeba hay +Get off my D-I, then go C the K's +'Scuse me Mr. D.J., please play "Fish" +Or that Cherchez LaMe, ten four, may day-may day +Callin' all bars, callin' all bars +We have an APB on Starks and Trife the God +We left the jewelry store, feelin' like we left the morgue +We was frozen, and I brought an iced out Trojan +That's for pussies whose golden, who got Toney wide open +I put my ring up to my man's waves and seen an ocean +Move like a wolf, kid, in sheep's clothing +Snatch the money bag off the milk truck and kept boating +I be potent like ibuprofen, I be coastin' +With two shotties on me, in your grimiest lobby smokin' +[Outro] +This muthafucka made the clock +Mutha—where the fuck? +Yo, you be cheatin', mutha-, you be cheatin' +That's that Staten Island, bullshit +Theodore—you know you might be a Ghost +But you ain't Houdini, muthafucka + +Pick Your Poison[Chorus] +I been running with that street vibe +I fell back off that love shit +You tryna play me for a goofy, that’s that bullshit +I be with robbers like to mug shit +I’d rather be around some niggas I can thug with +Same niggas say they ain’t switch up on me +And this Rollie face a bigger bonus +Hang with the killers homie +Money hungry, getting busy +And the stick up homies +So pick your poison +[Verse 1] +It be so phony +I got locked up, they couldn’t send me a lawyer +My mama had told me +These niggas ain’t real, niggas be actin’ like homies +Screaming they gang, ain’t put in work, that shit be annoying +Police scorcher, gotta watch out when you servin’ that corner +What you know about late night in that trap, you ain’t make no dime, yeah +Or telling your kids you gotta million, still ain’t make no time yet +Or in jail for a body and the judge keep telling you you get no time back +Or when you live in the trenches with the fame, and you live where the crime at +Gangsters was our idols, we don’t believe in titles +True to my religion, we don’t believe in bibles +See one of my rivals, we don’t drive right by you +Glock got a beam, clip stick out like Eiffel +[Chorus] +I been running with that street vibe +I fell back off that love shit +You tryna play me for a goofy, that’s that bullshit +I be with robbers like to mug shit +I’d rather be around some niggas I can thug with +Same niggas say they ain’t switch up on me +And this Rollie face a bigger bonus +Hang with the killers homie +Money hungry, getting busy +And the stick up homies +So pick your poison +[Verse 2] +Hell yeah I hold a grudge +These niggas ain’t show no love +These niggas was nowhere to be found, I had low income +How the hell I’ma pay my bills? I had no income +I was always taught to fight, lil boy don’t ever run +My daddy got life in prison,my moms said here he come +And I was posted on that porch and he ain’t never come +Yeah that trap going crazy inside them projects homie +Got out early from the feds, lil boy don’t call my phone +I put my life on the line for niggas who in line +I used to chew on them xannies to get me through the times +I used to believe all them rumors, it took over my mind +And if I put my name on it then that shit is mine +[Chorus] +I been running with that street vibe +I fell back off that love shit +You tryna play me for a goofy, that’s that bullshit +I be with robbers like to mug shit +I’d rather be around some niggas I can thug with +Same niggas say they ain’t switch up on me +And this Rollie face a bigger bonus +Hang with the killers homie +Money hungry, getting busy +And the stick up homies +So pick your poisonEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Mute[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Turn the music up +Uh, uh +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +She say, "But why you got so many" (Many, uh) +I say, "Ooh, do I smell envy?" (Envy) +She say, "But why you be so friendly?" (Friendly) +Then she say, "Gimme, gimme, gimme" +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Hoe, shut the fuck up, uh +I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute +I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute, yes, Lord +I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute +Hoe, shut the fuck up, hoe (Uh) +Hoe, hoe, shut the fuck up, hoe +Hoe, hoe, shut the fuck up, hoe +I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +But I ain't got time, to go back and forth with no bitch +What a tangled web we weave, I got arachnophobia bitch +I told her, "Stop tripping," she kept tripping +Same reason I've left women +That's some real shit, bitch don't step in it (Message, alright) +That's an ass, no questions asked +Keep talking, we'll never last +Some of these hoes want a wedding band +Some hoes cool with leather bag +Pop it off, do something for it +Open your mind, I got something for it +Talk is cheep, talk is cheep +And guess what, I can afford it, goddamn +[Bridge: Lil Wayne & Big Sean] +And it ain't trickin if you got it, yeah +Bae if I got it, then you got it, yeah +Bae if I got it, then you got it (Sean Don, G.O.O.D.) +Sellin' all this shit I ain't, you know you got it (I just stopped caring, okay?) +You know you got it (Look) +[Verse 2: Big Sean with Lil Wayne] +Bitch, you better cooperate +I got no patience, but I'm Dr. Paid +So you better get the hell out my face +Talking loud like I really give a fuck what you got to say +You acting high off a line like Dr. J +Respect me like Dr. King +Check looking like a doctor bill, I made a mill +I'm working on another M now like Dr. Dre +Attention to the damn dollar, that's ADD (Oh God) +I never take away, only A-D-D +And I'm making power moves like- Umm +Back, forward, right punch, kick, A-B-B (Hadouken) +A couple of my homies weren't too good at school +Man, they really couldn't crack that ACT +But they could damn sure crack that ADT +It ain't safe in your crib, where the safe in your crib? +She wine fine but I'm Sean Don +Double OG, like Sean Conn +Me and Cash Money records taking over for the nine-nine +If I ain't top ten, stop lying +I spit the verse of the year, like nine times +And I won't let the fuck up +And I'm finna write a novel, called, "Shut the fuck up" +Bitch, quit playing +Wayne I got you +[Pre-Chorus: Lil Wayne] +She say, "But why you got so many" (That's my own business) +I say, "Ooh, do I smell envy?" (Stop hatin', man) +She say, "But why you be so friendly?" (Bitch, mind yo business) +Then she say, "Gimme, gimme, gimme" +[Chorus: Lil Wayne with Big Sean] +Hoe, shut the fuck up, uh +I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute +I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute, yes, Lord +I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute (Fuck wit' em) +(And I wish a nigga would, I wish a nigga would) +Hoe, shut the fuck up, hoe (Huh, money) +Hoe, hoe, shut the fuck up, hoe (Do the money dance) +Hoe, hoe, shut the fuck up, hoe (Do the money dance) +I just give my bitch some loot, that shit like pressing mute (Money dance, yeah)8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Trigger Man[Verse 1] +Fuck that nigga—pussy-ass nigga +Straight murder that boy and every pussy that's with em +Sit him in the trunk, tell him, "Let's have fun" +No noise fat potato on the end of the gun +My boy’s get that paper just as quick as it come +And if you're standing in the way then mama missing her son +I remember back in the day it was me and Brandon +Cut school, smoke weed, I was strapped, he had one too +Rest in peace from the Hollygrove crew +Tell ya momma I will do whatever she need me to do +[Chorus] +Lil Beezy we use to get red-eye +Can't believe my nigga dead ah +[Verse 2] +I'm an apple street killer, a eagle street soldier +Lil Spitter i'm a ropa, silver duck tape her +I'm a kidnapper, if ya bitch look good bet I'm a get at her +She see me in the coupe I put the petal to the metal +If ya boy wanna trip I put the ratta to the tatta +Everybody scatter tryna get the fuck away +Sparks fly, glass shatter, situation gets sadder +Daddy I'm a pitcher, who's the next batter +I whip it like gadda and I throw it right at em +Junior high school, high school when I had em +Had 10 dollar bags 25 dollar package +We ain't even in the same lane, stop lacking +Damn even Mack Maine tell me i'm macking +Nigga stop trippin, bitch shake ya laffy taffy +This is New Orleans classic, young Wayne the main attraction +[Hook 2] +I got that goose in my system +Somebody gone be my victim +[Verse 3] +Talkin with ya bitch, meeting with ya bitch, creeping with ya bitch Now I'm sleepin with ya bitch, you can keep her, she a bitch +I don't love her, I don't trust her +Nigga own mother told me the bitch loves to hustle +Gotta get that paper baby, gotta get that cake +Cop a black Lamborghini, put gold on the plates +Home to the beach, sand at my feet +R1 one wheel hanging off the seat +My nigga Lil Naughty was a downtown G +We use to blow 2 or 3, tell me all about the streets +My nigga Soulja Slim had a motherfuckin message +Magnolia head busta, Uptown legend +[Hook 3] +Lil Naughty we use to get red eye +I can't believe my nigga dead ah +Lil Soulja he meant what he said, ah +I can't believe that nigga dead, ah +[Verse 3] +My nigga Lil Spitta that's my nigga all day +First bullet out the barrel nigga better guard your face +Say my nigga Lil Spitta he in the game let's play +He about to take over for my half time break +[Verse 4: Curren$y] +Now once upon a time not long ago +He was in the hospital and damn near broke +And all he had was a mask and a Glock +A box of baking soda and a couple of pots +The streets was empty, the fiends was hungry +He wanted to give em just what they wanted +To get cheap coke all he needed was connect +So he called his homie Wayne from the Hollygrove set +[Verse 5: Lil Wayne] +Yes, then I got his call, I'll be on the way +Don't worry about nothing but that money to be made +Met up with Spitter we got the shit straight +And I gave him the dope and I kept the yay +Now we on the grind and the bitches know who we are +I come through in the car like gosh +My posture as delicate as fur, I'm all hers +Cut niggas head like barbers, fruity ass niggas is Starburst +Throw em in the ceiling fans +Little Wayne Weezy Baby motherfucking triggaman +Yeah-Yeah, throw em in the ceiling fans +Little Wayne Weezy Baby motherfucking triggaman +Yeah-Yeah the motherfucking triggaman +[Outro]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Rules[Intro: RZA, samples, Method Man] +All you, hoes, be cryin' for these bitches +All you, niggas, be cryin' for these hoes +"Both hands clusty" +"Pullin' out gats" +"Double-barrel" +"Blew off the burner, kinda dusty" +"We pack chrome TEC's" +"Bring it to 'em proper, partner" +"Comin' from the 36th Chamber" +("Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!") +"Math lets– lets the plate S– Spin" +"Many– many brothers I be sparkin'" +"Stray shots, all on the block that stays hot" +If you fuck with Wu, we gots to fuck with you +("Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!") +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Who the fuck knocked our buildings down? +Who the man behind the World Trade massacres, step up now +Where the four planes at, huh, is you insane, bitch? +Fly that shit over my hood and get blown to bits +No disrespect, that's where I rest my head +I understand you gotta rest yours true nigga, my people's dead +America, together we stand, divided we fall +Mr. Bush, sit down, I'm in charge of the war +[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] +Yes, yes, y'all, the I-N-S bless y'all +Stop hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl +Never fall, tear it down like a wreckin' ball +Role call where my niggas that's one for all? +And all for one, we draw the guns on impulse +Cash in the envelope, spend it on kinfolk +Then smoke a ounce as we count mills +Providin' you pure ecstasy without pills +[Chorus: Method Man] +Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools, man +How the fuck did we get so cool, man? +Never ever disrespect my crew +If you fuck with Wu, we gots to fuck with you +[Verse 3: Masta Killa] +Y'all dogs better guard ya grills, it's all real +We live from Baleelz, it's the god, I-Reelz +Yo wonderful, spark the blill; let me build +With the people for the mills; I'm rollin with the Rebel I-ill +From Killa Hill, peace to Brownsville +Brothers that'll kill for the will of the righteous +Twenty-five to lifers, true and living snipers +You wait like "Sixth Sense" till hard to kill +[Verse 4: Streetlife] +How you livin', Streetlife? I'm surrounded by criminals +Serial killers tote guns without the serial +High tech street intellect, all digital +Project original, sheisty individual +New York's bravest, always supply you with the latest +We hall of famers, and still hit you with the greatest +Took a year hiatus, now you wanna hate us +Thanks to all you haters for all the cream you made us +[Chorus: Method Man] +Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools, man +How the fuck did we get so cool, man? +Never ever disrespect my crew +If you fuck with Wu, we gots to fuck with you, nigga +[Verse 5: Raekwon] +Hey yo, hey yo +Sendin' letters to trial, my cousin in Wendy's on Viacom +At home it's worth money; higher dons +Order drinks, all real niggas order your minks, yo +We got the fitteds on lookin' all faint, daddy +Everybody get money from now on; payday +Flash Visas, livin' like Easter e'ryday +Now it's, fuck Benz, rather a four-thirty +That shit that float through water +Eyeball come up, drop birdies, yo +[Verse 6: Method Man, samples] +We can eat right, or we can clap these toys +I'm with Streetlife, ain't never been a Backstreet Boy +Who y'all kiddin', tryna act like my shoe fittin' +Confused with ya head up your ass like, who's shittin'? +It's Hot Nixon, same team same position +Battin average three-five-seven and still hittin' +Y'all still bitchin', still lame and still chicken +I'm still here, one leg missin' and still kickin' +(Cause I'm haaard) Hard like a criminal +Love like a tennis shoe, throw slugs to finish you +It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth +I can tell this motherfucker ain't Wu, look at his neck +"Comin' from the 36th Chamber" +"Bring it to 'em proper, partner" +("Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!") +It's Wu-Tang, rushin' your gang, crushin' the game +Pretty thugs clutchin' they chain, handcuffin' they dame +Who get strange, gassed up playin' with flame +Let a nigga take off his shades, see what I'm sayin' is… +[Chorus: Method Man] +Ya'll know the rules, we don't fuck with fools, man +How the fuck did we get so cool, man? +Never ever disrespect my crew +If you fuck with Wu, we gots to fuck with you, nigga +[Outro: Streetlife & samples] +I wish a nigga will +"Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!" +"Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +In the Air Tonite[Intro] +What we gonna do right here is go back (go back) +Way back (way back)- back into time (into time) +[Chorus: Phil Collins] +I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord +I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord +Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord +[Verse 1: Lil' Kim] +Keep still in the shit, killin the rhyme +The Queen stay poppin the wine and cockin the nine +For those who think they stoppin my dough +Wanna copy my show, wha +I'm switchin my flow, can't take it no mo' +Oh you think I'm playin around +I'm layin ya down +Album drop, new millenium shuttin it down +Better off givin it up, I'm rippin it up +Spendin money, livin it up, not givin a fuck +Hiding the tote, runnin the coast +Makin niggas catch the Holy Ghost +I'm realer than most, wha +The trendsetter, the Brooklyn repper +You know the routine +Smoke you like a ciggarette-r +We've been, out in a bit +Y'all still talkin shit +Ain't that a bitch? +What part of the game was this? +Millions I'm holdin' +Drop tops rollin' +Diamonds on my neck +And Bentley ballin' +Me and my niggas gettin' high all day +Straight to the top, cuz we on our way +Comin' for y'all, comin' for y'all +That's right I got something for y'all +Something for y'all, wha +God bless me, look at all I've been through +It's my time, I can feel it, can't you? +[Chorus: Phil Collins] +I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord +I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord +Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord +[Bridge: Clark Kent & Phil Collins] +JM, JM +Lil' Kim, Lil' Kim +PC, PC +Clark +Well I remember +[Verse 2: Lil' Kim] +Back when it used to be the eighties +Said the world was gon' end in 2000 (that's crazy) +I'm the only thing to fear +For the new year +New year, and if BIG was here (woo) +Get the fans, we the ones to talk +We die real on the streets +So watch where you walk +And you can find me, usually +Talkin' dirty to a cat thugged out +Or even kinda nerdy +Lil' Kim, Lil' Cease and JM +Taking over like a plague on a town +All y'all can do is pray and watch it go down +Like when the ball drop +My fam's all I got, we keep it gangsta +Comin' for y'all, comin' for y'all +That's right I got something for y'all +Something for y'all, wha +God bless me, look at all I've been through +It's my time, I can feel it, can't you? +[Verse 3: Phil Collins] +Well, if you told me, you were drowning +I would not a lend a hand +I've seen your face before my friend +But I don't know if you know who I am +Well I was there and I saw what you did +Saw it with my own two eyes +So you can wipe off that grin +I know where you've been +It's all been a pack of lies +[Chorus: Phil Collins] +I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord +I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord +Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord +I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord +I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord +Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord +[Outro: Clark Kent] +Lil' Kim, Lil' Kim +JM, JM + +One Night Love Affair[Intro: Cappadonna] +What's up, now, write a love song +[Cappadonna] +The first time I saw you, it was love at first sight +No DJ, the crowds or the cordless nights +It was just me, I stood in front of you with the ice +You had rooms at the hotel, I asked you the price +You smiled at me, it was ever so bright +I got your name and your number, called you the same night +Me and this other chick, we're just having a fight +You said hit you up whenever, you can make things alright +We hit the club out in Towsden, Yellowman performing +I held your hand tight, made your feelings start pouring +Every hour's incredible, not a minute was boring +That's what I like to do when I ain't out there touring +[Chorus: female singer] +Babe I hope you're calling me, tonight +I wanna be with you, oh yeah, hey baby +I just wanna lay with you tonight +I wanna be with you, alright, hey baby +[Cappadonna] +Girl, I'm all caught up in a one night love affair +But I be acting like ya'll don't care +And no matter where you at girl, I'm always trying to be there +Creep with you, even if it's only for the weekend +Down in Baltimore, the fly spot eating +Sometimes we be together just talking that love shit +Like when I meet chicks at the club and shit +It's not the same, I crush those hoes, I ain't playing games +Cuz I don't want niggas to know that we on the low +Sex on the roof, sex at the most +Sippin' on Mo', you know you love how Original flow +We caught up in a one night love, and I can't let go +[Chorus] +[Cappadonna] +You might see me in the mall scoring +Butter Pecan Ricans, with the fly Chocolate Deluxe +Money ain't a thing, I might still spend a few bucks +But you know Don, I wanna crush til the sun come up +Breakfast on the beach, baby, the eggs all done up +Hold you by the waist, while I suck your whole tongue up +I'm caught up in a one night love, all strung up +I might run after the chicks, sometimes it just wait +Chill at the crib, and take 'em out for a date +Keep it on the hush, and whatever we do, girl +It's all between us, we got a good understanding +We don't need trust, we laugh, you tell jokes, sparking a Dutch +[female singer] +Oh, love be, so special, so let's make love tonight +[Chorus 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +WYDTMYeah +Baby what you do to me +Take a ride baby +Take a ride baby +Take a ride with me in my car +Dont take it wrong i'm a star +I want you baby go hard +Lets take a ride off to mars +Couple hate you baby I may +Everybody left you, I say +You backed out of a lot of relations +And we ain't got a relation baby +What you do to me, baby +What you do to me, baby +What you do to me, baby +What you do to me, baby +What you do to me +What you do to me +What you do to me, baby +What you do to me +Take a ride with me in my car +Dont take it wrong i'm a star +I want you baby go hard +Lets take a ride off to mars +Baby what you do to me +What you do to me, baby +What you do to me +What you do to me, baby +Change your life, change your life +Type of shit that i do +Make you fall in love +Type of shit that i do +You got me screamin' to the top of my lungs +You make me feel like i'm on top of the world +Need a nigga like Durk, yeah +We could start a family, OTF yeah +He be off lean, still work yeah +Thats good pussy, good stroke yeah +All you bitches mad, I came through +And I lock you down, I hold you down +I got you baby, thats right +Walk, walk, real rider, cool right beside me +Yeah, thats my baby I don't need no other driver +Don't need cash i just buy Balnciaga's +He a savage, I love everything about him like +What you do to me, baby +What you do to me, baby +What you do to me, baby +What you do to me, baby +What you do to me +What you do to me +What you do to me, baby +What you do to me +Take a ride with me in my car +Dont take it wrong i'm a star +I want you baby go hard +Lets take a ride off to mars +Baby what you do to me +What you do to me, baby +What you do to me +What you do to me, baby +Toss up Henny, so I can make love to you +Like, fuck up my nigga +You fuck with a savage +So ima go crazy they fuck with you +Me you, no others, cool +Dance, love, baby I want you +Truth or dare so its true +Wanna blow that pussy like a flute +I wanna lay down on it, rapper sing on it, put a ring on it +No Beyoncé +We can be like Kim and Kanye +Except you can be my fiancé +Balenciaga's you can hide a joint +My show money you can't afford +Real shit, ain't just recording +Just made 2 hundred off touring +These bitches back on they phones +Fake girls I love the fibbers +Take hands of singles, I blow it +Man I can't wipe these hoes, and she know it +She want a relation and I'm all for it +Baby what you do to me +What you do to me, baby +What you do to me, baby +What you do to me, baby +What you do to me, baby +What you do to me +What you do to me +What you do to me, baby +What you do to me +Take a ride with me in my car +Dont take it wrong i'm a star +I want you baby go hard +Lets take a ride off to mars +Baby what you do to me +What you do to me, baby +What you do to me +What you do to me, babyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +The Genesis[Produced by Faith N & Nas] +[Nas] +Street's disciple, my raps are trifle +I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle +Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split +Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit +Verbal assassin, my architect pleases +When I was 12, I went to… +[Hector] +And you're sitting at home doing this shit +I should be earning a medal for this +Stop fuckin' around and be a man +There ain't nothin' out here for you +[Zoro] +Oh yes, there is… This +[Jungle] +Yo, Nas, yo, what the fuck is this bullshit on the radio, son? +[Nas] +Chill, chill! That's the shit, God, chill +[AZ] +Ayo, yo, pull down the shade, man +Let's count this money, nigga +Ayo, Nas, put the Jacksons and the Grants over there! +You know what I'm sayin'? +‘Cause we spendin' the Jacksons +You know how we get down, baby +[Nas] +True, true +[Jungle] +Nas, yo, Nas, man +Shit is mad real right now in the projects +For a nigga, yo, word to mother +All them crab-ass rappers be comin' up to me +Man, word to mother, man +I think we need to let them niggas know it's real, man +[Nas] +True indeed, knamsayin'? +But when it's real you doin' this +Even without a record contract, knamsayin'? +[AZ] +No question +[Nas] +Been doing this since back then +[AZ] +I'm sayin' regardless how it go down we gon' keep it real +We tryin' to see many mansions and Coupes, kid +[Nas] +No doubt, we gon' keep it real, true, true +[Jungle] +Ayo, where's Grand Wizard and Mayo at, man? +Takin' niggas a long time, man +[Nas] +Who got the Phillies? Take this Hennessy +[AZ] +Ayo, dunn +C'mon, c'mon, man, stop wavin' that, man! +Stop pointin' that at me, dunn, take the clip out! +[Nas] +Nigga, alright, but take this Hennessy, man! +[AZ] +I'm sayin' take the clip, man, c'mon, take it out! +[Nas] +Light them Phillies up, man! +Niggas stop fuckin' burnin' Phillies, man +Light some Phillies up then! +[Jungle] +Pass that henrock, pass that henrock! +Nigga, act like you know! +[AZ] +Yo, we drinkin' this straight up with no chaser +I ain't fuckin' with you, nigga +[Nas] +I'm saying though, man +[AZ] +What is it, what is it, baby? +[Jungle] +What is it, son, what is it? +[AZ] +You know what time it is +[Nas] +I'm saying, man, you know what I'm saying? +Niggas don't listen, man +Representin', it's IllmaticEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Jam 15[Intro] +Mustard on that beat, ho +[Verse 1: Chief Keef] +Baby girl, shake that (God damn) +You gon' make me spank that, I'm tryin' not to break that (Oh yeah) +It's the big payback (Ha) +Your momma gave you all that, you better not waste that (You better not) +I see you got on all latex (Bonita) +I see you fuckin' with the ballers and the players (Word) +Got sticks in Andreas (Ha) +Baby, bring it up (Go), bring it up (Go) like [?] (Go, go) +She do a split on the dick (I ain't lyin') +Lil' freaky-ass bitch always showin' her tits (Godly) +Girl, I know your man at home pissed (He big man) +You throwin' it back like you need you some rent (Oh you [?]) +You sayin' that CÎROC got you bent (You lil' drinker) +You and your friends can meet all my friends ([?]) +Fifteen freaky girls in a Bent' (Tell 'em) +You know I got the drip that can thirst your quench (Yeah) +After the club, hit the crib with shawty (Yeah) +I'ma send her naughty ass back by mornin' (Yeah) +8AM in the Maybach yawnin' (Yeah) +Got a real big play to make this mornin' (Throw me a Benz) +Yesterday, I was in the club, it was crazy +I know these bitches backs hurt (Back) from all that shakin' (God damn) +Baby, you a star, no Macy's (Yeah you is) +This song right here is for the Sonias and Staceys (Aye) +[Verse 2: Kanye West] +Let them, let them, praise the name of Lord +Please don't never, don't insult it +His Majesty is above +Earth ain't have [?] +Let them praise the name of Lord +His alone is [?] exalted +His Majesty is above +Earth ain't had this, Psalm 148 +Psalms on the way, Psalm 148, 148 +Let them praise the name of Lord +Let me praise the name of the Lord +Dropped on the game, went and scored +Uh-dun, I came and I saw +Though I love her, came on a four +Bitch, you wanna game when you're bored +You know it, you a came and afford +Got that that you can't even afford +Puffin' on a [?] for the cord +Let me praise the name of the Lord +Somethin' all a sudden got me bored +Runnin' and it's feelin' like a chore +Somethin' 'cause you only want more +[?] get the bitchin' at the door +Somethin' in the name of the Lord +[?], oh yeah, uh, oh yeah, uh, uh, uh +Oh yeah, oh yeah, uh +Pullin' off us for the opposite, don't attack at it +[?], what you try to get? +Hold 'em off a bit, that's a [?] +This is how to teach on some politics +On some mobster shit, that's the Carter bitch +It's a college bitch on some knowledgin' +This is not a bitch, if they not a Crip +If you not a quit, that you gotta get +Let me praise the name of the Lord, huh + +Prada You[Intro] +DY Krazy +[Verse 1] +Permanent  mark on my heart, girl, you careless +And  when you act like you don't care, that shit be scary +And I got caught with four, five hoes, I'm so embarrassed +I put the streets before myself, it gave me leverage +No  disloyal in my heart, whatever that is +Came  a long way from Amiris, rocking Ballys +I know some niggas don't take care of they kids, they don't call 'em daddy +And  that's a deadbeat, got a Trackhawk with the red seats +Let's get married, get a couple M's, then I'm ready +Give you Chanel sneaks, then a Chanel bag color cherry +And I ain't nothing like them other niggas, so don't compare me +Actuality,  they treated me unfairly +[Chorus] +You put your friends in our business +You know they dying for attention +'Cause ain't no point in bein' no friend +L-O-V-E, do you love me? +R-E-S-P-E-C-T, don't say fuck me +Tryna L-I-V-E, do you trust me +If I gave your ass my heart, girl, you lucky +And you better tell the world that you love me +That you love me, yeah +Do you love me? +Do you love me? Yeah +[Post-Chorus] +And I don't talk about no weak shit, I don't touch it +Tear your hole up and your throat back when I'm bustin' +You told your friends inside your groupchat we was fuckin' +I heard your friends say that I treat you like you nothing +I'm a gangster, but I moan when you suckin' +When we fuckin', I fuck long, I don't rush it +Fuck my past, you can't hold onto nothing +When you mad, you say go'n on and fuck +[Verse 2] +I done bought you Gucci, Louis, and Prada too +I done bought you a Prada bag, said I'm proud of you +Play with my bitch and it's bada-bing, then bada-boom +I'm high as hell, I'm taking Percocets by the moon +Get that Lambo' truck the color Nipsey Blue +And you be feeling like the man in the empty room +I don't gotta force you for the pussy1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Curtains[Intro: Lil Wayne] +I ain't nervous +I swear to God I ain't nervous, nah, nah +And I'm laughing at them pussy niggas +And that pussy shit they doin' +I'm getting cake like I'm Jewish +My nigga Drake he Jewish +I swear to god I ain't nervous, nah, hahah +Okay I swear to God I ain't nervous +I swear to God I ain't nervous +I say, I swear to God I ain't nervous +I got her workin, twerkin and slurping my serpent +Ain't got no problems in this bitch, for certain +I see you turnin up but your turn up ain't workin +Just want some mouth and lip service +And I got all my niggas in that truck like an Excursion +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Okay I'm straight at you, no ricochet +That pussy boneless, that's Chick-fil-a +I fuck with real riders and they tickets paid +For them dead presidents, we will start digging graves +I swear my momma trust my work +So I give these hoes that work +They say the best things in life are free +That's why it cost for you to get murked +And my pants sagging like fuck it - I'm still on my business +Spent my birthday in jail, I was making bad decisions +Saw my enemy at the light, shot him up before it turned green +Mane my niggas got them birds, you ain't even got bird seeds +Your bitch ride me like a go kart, I play that pussy like Mozart +I Mozart these hoes hearts then after that they worthless +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Man, I swear to God I ain't nervous, uh-uh +I said I swear to God I ain't nervous +I don't know, I swear to God I ain't nervous +And that pussy don't get purchased, ho +Ain't got no problems in this bitch for certain +I see you turnin up but your turn up ain't working +I like em long haired and curvy +And if niggas think it's a game +I'll leave they brains on their jerseys +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +She say she love me, that's the molly talking +She about to blow me, like a signing bonus +She got a nigga but he ain't me bitch +I'm the original gangster, he the remix +Girl, do you use that same mouth to kiss yo momma? +I say, only God can judge me, fuck your honor +And her birthday suit is her pajamas +She say, I didn't know your dick was a recliner +I'll punch your man in his eye, give him a shiner +I'll blind him, him and whoever cosign him +I get Adam like Yolonda +Young Money Cash Money, Obama +It's fuck the world, no condom +If he twisted, I'll unwind him +And this pistol came with a silence +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +But I swear to God he heard it, yeah +And I swear to God I ain't nervous, nah +I swear to God I ain't nervous, uh-uh +Bitch I'm the God, I should be rapping in a turban +Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain +I see you turning up but your turn up ain't working +Baby, I just want some mouth and lip service +She gone ride this dick like the Kentucky Derby +[Verse 3: Boo] +On that Pat-ron, I'm swerving, game tight like virgins +I got a bad bitch, she Persian, call her AK when she's squirting +You see the niggas I'm with, that boy Boo the shit +As long as I got a face, yo bitch got a place to sit +Yea, I'm wilding off them shroomies +Ain't got no worries like Tunechi +All my chicks be bougie +Wanna hold hands then watch movies +I be goddamned, make a nigga lose it +Ain't no talking- lets get to it +Real niggas winning, fake niggas losing +Bitch I'll leave that pussy with bruises +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Girl, I swear to God I ain't nervous, uh-uh +I swear to God I ain't nervous +No, you know I swear to God I ain't nervous +I got her workin, twerkin and slurping, my serpent +Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain +You fuck with Tunechi, you'll end up a missing person +She got Lil Tunechi on her booty, in cursive +I'm getting head behind the Maybach curtains +Ya13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Errbody[Intro] +Firin' at everybody +Firin' at everybody +(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up) +Firin' at everybody +[Chorus] +I'm firin' at everybody +Helicopter the middle of the hood, I'm flyer than everybody +All this fame these niggas be chasin', I swear I don't care 'bout it +Boy, you play, you gon' die front of everybody +Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms +Caught an L, but I wish that they headshot 'em +Free my nigga Longway, yeah, the feds got him +[Verse 1] +I used to pray for a plug who gon' go out the way +And come back with a lot of them bitches +I used to dream about condos when we leavin' Lenox +Now I stay on top of them bitches +I wouldn't give a damn if he ran him up a whole billion +I still wouldn't acknowledge the nigga +He put my name in a song, what the fuck is he on? +I don't care, boy, we gotta go get him +House big as fuck in the middle of nowhere +I dick her down, I don't care what my ho wear +I made Lil' Cam spin the block on a four-wheel +Nah, for real, spin the block on a four-wheel +Five million dollars, for me, that ain't no deal +I done made that times six in like three years +Off this rap shit, I can't even talk about this trap shit +I just hope they can take it, I keep me a stallion like Megan +A residency out in Vegas +Might fly to L.A. and go fuck with LeBron and the Lakers +Come back to Atlanta with Jayda +Bruh told us to take care of the neighbors and stack all the paper +Whatever we want, buy it later +I know how to shit on a hater and handle the business +Whatever God give me, I'm grateful +[Chorus] +I'm firin' at everybody +Helicopter the middle of the hood, I'm flyer than everybody +All this fame these niggas be chasin', I swear I don't care 'bout it +Boy, you play, you gon' die front of everybody +Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms +Caught an L, but I wish that they headshot 'em +Free my nigga Longway, yeah, the feds got him +[Verse 2] +Cartier watches for everyone 'round me +I ran it up, how the fuck could you down me? +She set for life, how the fuck could you clown her? +Bought all this water, I'm never gon' drown +I'm in the 'yo, I'm perfectin' my sound +I helped 'em out and they let me down again +I ain't comin' back around again +Fell in love and I found a friend +I done geared up the motor +My brother in prison in Polo +I jumped in the game and went loco +I put on these clothes like a hobo +That's layers of drip +I showed my ass in Phipps +You play, ya mans get killed +Said that before, but I'm dead for real +Lil' bro jumpin' 'round like his leg done healed +I ran it up off of vacuum seal +If I fall off today, I'm a legend still +Bro showed me the way, I ain't never steal +This Glock ain't no prop, it'll pop for real +I fuck with that syrup, I don't pop no pills +My young niggas turnt, they don't got no deals +I need me a billion so I can chill +I'm drivin' like I ain't got no license still +My Trackhawk move like it got nitrogen, I'm poppin' seals +[Chorus] +I'm firin' at everybody +Helicopter the middle of the hood, I'm flyer than everybody +All this fame these niggas be chasin', I swear I don't care 'bout it +Boy, you play, you gon' die front of everybody +Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms +Caught an L, but I wish that they headshot 'em +Free my nigga Longway, yeah, the feds got him +[Verse 3] +I paid attention and found out the recipe +I take a seat and they still won't get 'head of me +I'm on my shit, now a bitch can't get next to me +You ain't got a hundred thou', you can't have sex with me +Ain't showed the best of me yet +And ain't in nobody debt, I'm somethin' like a vet +I bought my big brother a 'Vette +My numbers so good, my label probably owe me a check +They play with Lil Baby, I swear it's gon' go down +The biggest lil' nigga that's over at Motown +Jumped off the porch and went straight kicked the door down +Flip the clip, switch the clip, then some more rounds +Rappers fake and be hatin', I don't go 'round +I took 12 on a chase, I had four ounces +Ask around, we them guys, I do no clownin' +If I can, I'ma try keep the smoke down +Once it's up, then it's stuck, it can't go down +Like to switch where I sleep, I got four houses +Every time the heat come, I make four thousand +Big done gave me the game and I ran with it +Milk the game 'til I quit, I ain't playin' with it +Could've been hit your bitch, I be sparin' niggas +Make me mad, I'ma call up them grave diggers +Bought my mom a new crib, and it's way bigger +Never been to it once, that's a great feelin' +I'ma go there when I get a chance +I lost five hundred racks before I signed a deal +Swear to God, I still got my advance +Yeah, I'm lit, I been savin' this guala up +Yeah, I hit, but she didn't get a follow-up +Ain't no reason to beef with no one about none of these women +I promise they swallow us all +[Chorus] +I'm firin' at everybody +Helicopter the middle of the hood, I'm flyer than everybody +All this fame these niggas be chasin', I swear I don't care 'bout it +Boy, you play, you gon' die front of everybody +Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms +Caught an L, but I wish that they headshot 'em +Free my nigga Longway, yeah, the feds got him7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Life of Mr. Carter[Refrain] +What's harder, life or Mr. Carter? +Balling 'til my hair is as white as Johnny Carson +You don't have to beg because I'm fresh out of pardons +Little voices in my head said, "Don't mind the little voices," woah +[Verse 1] +What's harder, love or Mr. Carter? +Especially when these hoes ain't right, these hoes ain't loyal +Shit, who's wrong? Who's right? Just ask my lawyer +Right or wrong, I'm still gon' take his advice, he take my orders +I'll be a-okay instead of alright, or kinda-sorta +And before I ever take that for granted, I take the charges +See, you can't believe in all of the hype you hear at the barber +If the odds are stacked against us, they're likely to stack 'em on us +Lil Tune, Jurassic in the room, Tyrannosaurus +I ain't steal it, I took it, I ain't crooked, I'm cater-cornered +And if my fruits of labor were ripe, I would have an orchard +But I'm nauseous from my ups-and-downs and back-and-forwards +Shit, Mr. Carter, eyes are always on you +So I smile for the cameras and hide from the reporters +Roll a blunt up in this bitch, when it burn, it start my motor +Shoulder shruggin' in this bitch 'cause the world is on my shoulders, shit +What's harder, life or Mr. Carter? +Tune in this bitch, let's spike the Holy Water +Tryna stay grounded, my flights said no departures +Shit, what's harder, murder or abortion? Woah +What's harder, death or Mr. Carter? +Is it easier to play deaf or to listen harder? +I'm like, "Girl, what's harder than life for Mr. Carter? +Knock on wood, but with the wood comes termites and turmoil" +What's easier, to change diapers or back to normal? +Times are changing like Father Time just lost his father +What's harder, to ask for sorrow or to borrow? +Or to break hearts or get your heart broke? I don't know +[Refrain] +I ask, "What's harder, jail or Mr. Carter? +School or Mr. Carter? The news or Mr. Carter? +Man, what's harder, drugs or Mr. Carter? +Judge or Mr. Carter? Court and order, yeah" +[Verse 2] +What's harder, life or Mr. Carter? +I ride for this shit like a knight in shining armor +I pile up the dope and roll it tight like UnderArmour +Coming from this neighborhood, it's just like coming from comas +I got homies from the old school, and we been lost our diplomas +Got some hoes from California, think they shit smell like begonias +Got a bone to pick? I pick it 'til you're boneless +Like I come from San Antonio, pop up at the spur of the moment, how you want it? +When in Hell, I'm a Roman; head on fire, I'm a comet +Heat up out my abdomen, and you know me +Man, I'm all about my business, business handle business for me +I know you know life's a bitch, turned her to a business woman, mind your business +I'm sayin', "What's harder, life or Mr. Carter? +What's higher, the price or Mr. Carter? +Should I call you Mystery? Because I'm right here to solve you +And if you start to smell fear or fright, I sprayed it on you" +I made it, and when I made it, you hate it, I made it, on you +You know the streets talk, my nigga, don't make 'em argue +Niggas faded away, I light one and get faded for you +I'm reclinin', Weezy Baby, La-Z-Boy you, they enjoy you +[Outro] +I'm like, "What's harder, life or Mr. Carter?"14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Facetime[Hook: Trey Songz] +Face time with my little freak +All I need a little peak +Play time under the sheets +I just need a little piece, show it to me +Face time baby, all I need a little peak +Show it to mean, ooh face time baby +Face time with my little freak +[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz] +I walked outside to her beautiful face +Beach in the background its a beautiful day +She got her Pandora on, on her Boosie station +Sweats on real simple and she looking amazing +The view in the beach, the sun and the tree +Made her say ooh baby sin for me +I like to face time her when she wake up with no makeup +No shirt so she can see I got my weight up +Girls night out they go get messed up +When they leave out the club she gon' hit me up +There she go now she all turnt up +Talking nasty blowing kisses girl you do too much +I face time her before the show now I'm doing too much +Hold the camera just right so she can see me iced up +Me and my friend [?] getting our thug on +You going to work face timing with your scrubs on +[Hook: Trey Songz] +[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz] +I got a friend that I like to see nighttime daytime +I like to look her in the eye when I say hi +I know she hit me up on the face so I stay fly +'Fore I Instagram her I'mma face time +Walking through the mall looking at her in her board shorts +Made me get some board shorts for my little friends +I tuned in so I told her let me see something +[?] licking my tongue like I want to eat something +Sexy an understatement you bad as can be +You take the stress off a G when you laughing with me +And when my wi-fi tripping, single start dropping +I be doing what I gotta to try to solve that problem +My partners call me FT for short +Seeing your face help me read your heart +I'm in New York getting money business meetings all day +But when I'm finished I'm headed to the room face time baby +[Hook: Trey Songz]11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Whoo Kid[50 Cent talking] +[Hook] +You want beef wit me? take a number, and get in line +You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine +You mad at me? Shit cause you can't shine +You ain't gettin' yours? thats fucked up cause I'm gettin' mine +[50 Cent] +I got a M1 in my hand, I'm finna start killin' shit +I'm not the nation's new Malcolm X, but I'm militant +What, I'm supposed to be scared cause you got a big chest? +My four fifth will lift you and your motherfuckin' bench press +Why you screamin' war senseless, I'm tryin' to spaz +Swing my knife, tore break it off in yo ass +Niggas get hugged up in the huddle, I know how to clear 'em out +Four fifth, four shots, that'll fuckin' air 'em out +In the hood niggas love me cause I keep it real +G-Unit niggas, they gon' always make bail +Whether it's two G's or twenty G's +Whether or not wit two pieces or two keys +Bitch please, get on ya knees you can lick these balls +I'm not that nigga that you striptease for +You gotta a problem or anger nigga to call +Cause I'm out like a pimp than a trick, bitch! +[Hook] +You want beef wit me? take a number, get in line +You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine +You mad at me? Shit cause you can't shine +You ain't get yours? That's fucked up cause I'm gettin' mine +[50 Cent talks till end]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Wu-Gambinos (Shaolin remix)Intro: +And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get +Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America +Who wants to kill him? +No information, say yes or no +One point five million +All right, you get what you want -- money's no object +They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable +And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip +[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)] +Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man +Yo Starks come here, come here Sun +Come here for a minute! +Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up +Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda +Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig! +Get your big Adidas off my moms table man! +Get the fuck off it man +Yo just chill man, pass the Crystal man +Niggas is greedy man, damn +Big ass shits +Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man +Chill man +Bobby Steels +Somebody go to the store man +Sup kid? +Get that baking soda +(Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways +(Noodles) We came off with two mil kid +Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through) +La cosa nostra +(Johnny Blaze!) +(Lou Diamonds!) +Represent kid +(Tony Starks) +Universal frontier +(Original blood claat bad bwoys) +Chorus: Method Man +Who come to get you? None. They want guns! +I be the first to set off shit, last to run +Wu roll together as one +I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine like one +Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze +Check it +Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties +Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty +Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably +Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real +Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer +Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah +36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it +Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm +Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground +There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down +It's the two holster, shit shot smoker +Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster +Wild in the West, a student of my culture +And life is the test, hold up +Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues +And the last one is death, back to the essence +With that shit you stressing, this rap profession +Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin +Isle plus my style, Criminology pays +The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze +Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds +This goes for niggas who know +Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados +Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit +Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit +Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up +Yo niggas act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta +Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas +Suckin his dick, up in the whip long +Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas +Them niggas up in Height figures bitin niggas +Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah +Jakes beware black rap millionaires +Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year +One eight hundred gambino niggas yeah +Meth: +Wu roll together as one +I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine like one +Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels +Solid gold crown is shinin +Solid gold, check it Sun yo +Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds +I be pioneering the style in the cloud with silver linings +Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected +The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus +Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones +And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone +How dare you approach it with dim pones +The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean +The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it +The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit +Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general +Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial +Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin +Goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin +It's a mileage resemblin niggas who like followin +Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle +Verse Four: Master Killer +God steppin forth upon holy down of the track +It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack +So I decided to bite down on the mic +So the pain of the track won't deny the fact +That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert +That hurts the individual who tries to visualize under +'Cause I strike, like thunder +Niggas couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable +My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial +Systems are fractured by the killa tactics +Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged +Enter the entity, my vicinity +Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity +Represent the school of hard knocks and Glocks my +Clan is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so +Feel the force of impact from the iron side of +The gat as I attack the track +From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome +Watch a nigga get blown out his muthafuckin dome +Piece, deceased, laid to rest +Chorus +Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks +Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room +Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom +Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta breath +Sold only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef +So step back, to the lab at, high velocity +My teammate, enhance cells well like a pharmacy +Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo +Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels +The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams +Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams +The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies +Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's +Remember them kids that came off with 8 million +Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions +Them flower heads must have been stupid +Tell me how the fuck black niggas get caught wit all that loot kid +That's jet money, undaground money +Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up dummies +Cosa cosa, come on... + +Slide[Intro:] +I want you +I want you unless you want me baby +[Verse 1:] +Sorry bout your need +That don't look good +And I give you all that I can give +You know that together we could do this now +Ask you for [words unclear] +[Chorus:] +So let’s get the talking, and get down to you and me +Let's slide +[Verse 2] +I need you, need you too +I need by you [?] +If you talk to me [?] +All the things they thought you don't see +You know that together we could do this now +Let's forever [?] +[Chorus] +[Outro:] +You know together we could +Let's slide +Oh, we can +You know together we could +Let's slide + +My Dick[Tony Sunshine] +What's the deal baby? +Some for you dick ridin' motherfuckers +You non-believin' ass motherfuckers +To all my niggas, I love y'all +Ai yo pun, what's the deal, baby? +Cuban, Raoul, whaddup mas? +Joey Crack, what's the deal? +T. Squaders [Incomprehensible] +[Incomprehensible] chance-a-million [Incomprehensible] +Didddown for liddddife +I threw on my vest +Loaded up the Smith with the hollow tips +It's time to flip +And blast my way to the top ten list +Me and pun real fly +Arrogant and we love to puff lye +Lord, you should see my wife +She's enough to make all the bitches cry +Yeah, be on my dick +Chorus: +Get off my dick +(My dick) +My dick +(My dick) +My dick, my dick, my dick +Get off my dick, my dick, my dick, my dick +Get off my dick +I just wanna take time +To talk to everybody +Who ain't showed me love +To let me rock the mic at the party +Now you gonna get what you deserve +That's my dick in your mouth +Cause me and pun +Is gonna show you what it's 'bout +[Big Pun] +Youse a nasty fuck +Makin' a song talkin' about your nuts +Don't want nobody on my dick +Lest I'm about to bust +You doubted us +Cause we weren't tearin' up the streets +Them the same niggas on my nuts +Like they have a fucking seat +I love my peeps, I'll die for my amigos +But I ain't fuckin' with freaks +Tryin' to free ride on my bicho +It's like perrico +(What? ) +One taste you're gonna like it +Just ask Mike +(Mike who?) +My dick +[Chorus] +You can catch me puffin' +Lah-lah-lah-lah +Lah-lah-lah-lah +You can catch me puffin' +Lah-lah-lah +I'm the type to be puffin' that +Lah-lah-lah-lah-lah-lah +When I stressed you know I puff that +Lah, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Open Tumblr Letter on RacismThe concept of reverse racism is flawed, if not absolutely ridiculous. Most, if not all of the negative responses from people of color toward white people, are reactions to the hatred, violence, cruelty and brutality that they were shown by white people for centuries. Much of the foundation of the modern world was built on the forced free labor of black peoples. The African Slave Trade, the institution of slavery, colonialism, its derivative systems, and the multiple holocausts throughout history, where whites used race as the defining reason to justify their oppression, conquest, and brutal treatment of non-white peoples, are how race became such a factor to begin with. +The initial claim by the oppressors, followed a moral imperative (so they said) that people outside of Occidental and European birth were in savage and cursed conditions, and that God justified the captivity of these people, and the rape and pillage of their lands. +Ironically, these oppressors would try to discard this same God, who supposedly justified this brutality, in the name of Darwin, whose famous line ‘survival of the fittest’ was used to justify criminal behavior once the Bible could no longer be used as a hiding place for economic domination and evil intention. +Spirituality and morality were replaced by capitalism, and with it a conscious shift of focus toward the exploitation of the vulnerable. +In order to justify reverse racism one would have to first create an even playing field, undo the generations of torture, terror, and brutality, and then judge whether or not a non-white person is in fact a racist. This approach would require people to examine the need/addiction to feel superior to someone else for no justifiable reason, and the myriad policies: Spiritual, political and social, that it bore. True dominion is self evident and not the result of sabotaging another in order to achieve it. That would be an illegitimate as well as a fleeting position. The Universe, will eventually seek to right/balance itself. +Of course there are white people who live transcendent lives, not exploiting ill-gotten privilege or perpetuating the sins of their ancestors who used violence and deceit as a means to gain advantage over others. Humanity in proper order is obligated to acknowledge the Truth, whoever it comes from, be they Black, White or other. Righteous indignation is simply a response to long-standing evil. +Much of the world is still reeling from the abuses of Imperialist selfishness, misunderstanding, ignorance and greed. Black people remain in many ways a shattered community, disenfranchised, forcefully removed from context and still caged in, denied from making truly independent choices and experiencing existential freedom. Their natural homes, just like their natural selves, raped and pillaged of the resources and gifts God has given to them. Interpreted through someone else’s slanted lens and filter, they remain in many ways, misrepresented. Taxation without proper representation, might I remind you, was the very platform of protest that began the Revolutionary War, which gained this country its independence from England. Anger is not only the natural response to the abuse of power, but is also appropriate when there is no real acknowledgment of these abuses, or deep, meaningful and profound change. +If we took all of what we deem horrible regarding the criminal abuses that black people have committed over this country’s history, and add it all up, it still does not compare to the hundreds of years of terrorism, violent domination, theft, rape, abuse, captivity, and beyond that black people have suffered under the ideologies and systems of white supremacy, racism, and slave based paradigms. I say this only to say that abuse unresolved begets or creates abuse. How then does the chief offender become the judge? Might does not necessarily mean right. Right is right. People forcibly reduced to sub-human existences, so that they behave in sub-human ways, helps a system to justify itself or feel less guilty about its blood saturated foundation and gross crimes against humanity. People, like plants, grow where the light is. When you enclose a plant and limit its light source, it will bend itself toward the light, for the light is necessary for its survival. This same thing happens to people locked in communities where little light and little opportunity is allowed them, survival then forces them to twist and/or bend toward the only way of escape. +There is good. And I both acknowledge and encourage the good. Instead of throwing out the Baby with the bath water, we do well to expose the intentionally poisoned water the Baby has been forced to soak in since its origin in these lands. America’s particular brand of hypocrisy is gross (double entendre). +I shuddered during sentencing when I kept hearing the term ‘make the IRS whole’… make the IRS whole, knowing that I got into these very circumstances having to deal with the very energies of inequity and resistance that created and perpetuated these savage inequalities. The entire time, I thought, who has made black people whole?! Who has made recompense for stealing, imposing, lying, murdering, criminalizing the traumatized, taking them against their wills, destroying their homes, dividing their communities, ‘trying’ to steal their destinies, their time, stagnating their development, I could go on and on. Has America, or any of the nations of the world guilty of these atrocities, ever made black people or Africa whole or do they continue to sit on them, control them, manipulate them, cage them, rob them, brutalize them, subject them to rules that don’t apply to all? Use language, veiled coercion, and psychological torment like invisible fences to keep them locked into a pattern of limitation and therefore control by others. You have to remain focused to cease from rage. +The prosecutor, who was a woman, made a statement during sentencing about me not doing any charity work for a number of years during my ‘exile.’ A) Charity work is not a requirement, but something done because someone wants to. I was clearly doing charitable works way before other people were even thinking about it. And B) Even the judge had to comment that she, meaning I, was both having and raising children during this period. As if that was not challenging enough to do. She sounded like the echo of the grotesque slave master, who expected women to give birth while in the field, scoop the Baby up, and then continue to work. Disgusting. +When you are beaten and penalized for being independent, or truly self reliant, then you develop a dysfunctional relationship with self-reliance, and a fear of true independence. When you are beaten or threatened with death for trying to read a book, then you develop a dysfunctional relationship with education. When families are broken up by force and threat of violence, then the family structure becomes dysfunctional. When men who would naturally defend their women and families are threatened with castration and death, then this natural response also becomes dysfunctional. When looking at the oppressor is punishable by violence, then examination of him and his system becomes a difficult and taboo thing to do, despite every bone in your body demanding it. When questioning or opposing oppression is punishable by death, imprisonment, or economic assassination, then opposing systemic wrong in any or all of its meta manifestations is a terrifying concept. Anyone forced to live so incredibly diametrically opposed to that which is natural to themselves, will end up in crisis if they don’t successfully find a way to improve or transcend these circumstances! All of which require healing. It is only by the Grace of God and the resilience of the people that things haven’t been worse. +Much of my music, if not all of it, is about Love, a therapeutic resolve created in response to the lack of messages encouraging people like me toward free moral agency. Helping to ameliorate this condition has never been addressed through the political arena alone. It is a sacrificial work that doesn’t simply happen between the hours of 9 to 5 or Monday through Friday, but when inspiration leads us to avail ourselves for the Truth that needs to be said. Unlike the system too often contrarily demonstrates, we believe that people can be and should be helped, and that trauma should not be criminalized but acknowledged, healed and dealt with. This takes awareness, sensitivity and a level of freedom in my opinion the system lacks. And if we don’t know or understand how to do it, then we humbly refer to a higher authority. +We have no desire to create humanoids, turn people into machines, or dumb them down so that they remain dependent longer than necessary to an antiquated system in denial of its many inadequacies and need to evolve. Instead we seek to educate and shed light on the snares, traps, and enticements that people set up in the name of business that are intended only to catch the sleeping and/or uninformed. +Why would a system, ‘well intentioned’, wait until breakdown or incarceration to consider rehabilitation, after generations of institutionally inflicted trauma and abuse on a people? To me it is obvious that the accumulation of generational trauma and abuse have created the very behaviors the system tries to punish, by providing no sufficient outlets for the victims of institutional terror. Clearly, the institution seeks to hide its own criminal history at the expense and wholeness of the abused, who ‘acting out’ from years of abuse and mistreatment, reflect the very aggression that they were exposed to. + +Beef[Intro] +300, bitch, that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team) +In the field, we play for keeps +(In the field, we play for keeps) +300, bitch, that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team) +OTF and GBE +(OTF and GBE) +300, bitch, that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team) +[Chorus] +Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef +(Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef) +In the field, we play for keeps +(In the field, we play for keeps) +OTF and GBE +(OTF and GBE) +300, bitch that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team) +Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef +(Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef) +In the field, we play for keeps +(In the field, we play for keeps) +OTF and GBE +(OTF and GBE) +300, bitch that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team) +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +On that money, sprint to that green +(On that money, sprint to that green) +300, bitch, that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team) +Infrared, yeah, we love them beams +(Infrared, yeah, we love them beams, man down) +My niggas thirsty, I love that team +(My niggas thirsty, I love that team) +Ain't playin' fair, so we keep them things +(Ain't playin' fair, so we keep them things) +I'm out here, no hide and seek +(I'm out here, no hide and seek) +Banded up in my Republic jeans +(Banded up in my Republic jeans) +Got some new niggas that'll ride for me +(Got some new niggas that'll ride for me) +I neva stack, I'm 2414 +(I neva stack, I'm 2414) +Like D. Rose, I'm on point for my team +(Like D. Rose, I'm on point for my team) +He a stain, yeah, we love them things +(He a stain, yeah, we love them things) +Ain't shit sweet, you'll get left on the scene +(Ain't shit sweet, you'll get left on the scene) +[Chorus] +Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef +(Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef) +In the field, we play for keeps +(In the field, we play for keeps) +OTF and GBE +(OTF and GBE) +300, bitch that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team) +Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef +(Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef) +In the field, we play for keeps +(In the field, we play for keeps) +OTF and GBE +(OTF and GBE) +300, bitch that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team) +[Verse 2: Lil Durk] +Where I'm from, my niggas wet +(Where I'm from, my niggas wet) +You shoot one, I'm shootin' ten +(You shoot one, I'm shootin' ten) +Run up on me, betta think again +(Run up on me, betta think again) +Headshot, he won't think again +(Headshot, he won't think again) +OTF, GBE, we the shit +(OTF, GBE, we the shit) +Off the lean, I call that the kick +(Off the lean, I call that the kick) +I'm with Reese and we off the shit +(I'm with Reese and we off the shit) +We shoot shots, we neva call it quits +(We shoot shots, we neva call it quits) +L's up for my hittas +(L's up for my hittas) +Free all of my niggas +(Free all of my niggas) +Big toys like Christmas +(Big toys like Christmas) +Make it rain on these bitches +(Make it rain on these bitches) +[Chorus] +Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef +(Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef) +In the field, we play for keeps +(In the field, we play for keeps) +OTF and GBE +(OTF and GBE) +300, bitch that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team) +Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef +(Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef) +In the field, we play for keeps +(In the field, we play for keeps) +OTF and GBE +(OTF and GBE) +300, bitch that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team) +[Verse 3: Fredo Santana] +Fuck nigga, don't want no beef +(Fuck nigga, don't want no beef) +300, we in them streets +(300, we in them streets.) +Bodies droppin' like e'ry week +(Bodies droppin' like e'ry week) +We ain't frontin', we buckin' heats +(We ain't frontin', we buckin' heats) +In the field duckin' the police +(In the field duckin the police) +Run up on ya with that fuckin' pipe +(Run up on ya with that fuckin' pipe) +300, we'll take yo' life +(300, we'll take yo' life) +Savage shit, bitch, say that twice +(Savage shit, bitch, say that twice) +OTF, bitch, fuck the ops +(OTF, bitch, fuck the ops) +OTF, we on all these blocks +(OTF, we on all these blocks) +Lil Durk know where he stay +(Lil Durk know where he stay) +He'll be dead by the next day +(He'll be dead by the next day) +[Chorus] +Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef +(Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef) +In the field, we play for keeps +(In the field, we play for keeps) +OTF and GBE +(OTF and GBE) +300, bitch that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team) +Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef +(Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef) +In the field, we play for keeps +(In the field, we play for keeps) +OTF and GBE +(OTF and GBE) +300, bitch that's the team +(300, bitch, that's the team)6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +What’s Up Wit’ ThatHa, once again +First and only female representin, yeah +Rah Digga comin through you know what I'm sayin +Uhh, uhh, uhh, yeah like what, what +Now I'ma tell it like it ain't never been told +With the rhyme mechanism that boost me ten-fold +Spend dough in pubs, sayin no to scrubs +With the crisp deep voice I lace with overdubs +Now wassup, if by some haphazard +You see me in Rolling Stone or down the rapmaster +Up in the slot where you used to rock +Your shit suddenly drop and like Wall Street stop +Now, the part that thrill me, what's up with that +Cats that didn't wanna feel me, yo, what's up with that +Ha ha ha ha that's fine, that's funny +Now they ass catching bricks like the fuckin crash dummies +I'm makin hits like the oldies, what's up wit that +Cats be frontin like they know me, yo, what's up wit that +You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin strangers +My interest strictly record sales and tunnel bangers +Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit that +The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that +I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that +And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that +I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that +And radio plays me, yo +You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin strangers +My interest strictly record sales and tunnel bangers +Verse dentin, worse than armageddon +Worse than them kids runnin around bomb settin +Mind threatenin, like a couple hits of mescaline +Comin up with documents to cover the embezzlin +Educated, rhymes pre-meditated +Over niggas heads while they out percolatin +Spot datin, block money I could take in +Drops on the box like I was ovulatin +Now, for all the cats wildin, what's up wit that +You best better throw your towel in, yo, what's up wit that +Cuz the real rap bitch that step foot on the scene +Will put a rapper on his ass like warm milk and Ovaltine +Yeah, yeah, now what you done lately, what's up wit that +And now you wanna hate me, yo what's up wit that +Sweetest person, and I'm still the grimy queen +Wit a half ounce of goodie stashed in my Tommy Jeans +Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit that +The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that +I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that +And how I rep Jersey, what's up wit that +I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that +And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that +Sweetest person, and I'm still the grimy queen +Wit a half ounce of goodie stashed in my Tommy Jeans +In '99 baby hold your stuff +I be that seventh sign wit no more souls in the guff +Focus your attention as I make my mark +Cuz I get the party jumpin like your hoopty won't start +Got a bad attitude and a worse disposition +Corny niggas get the boot, for endangerin the mission +Believe all you rap specimens, need to proofread my rap reference +'Fore you're left hangin from your vest +Definitely, gettin severance pay +While my joint moves 20,000 units every day +Official, ever since an itty bitty youngun +Before the first kiss when I didn't put my tongue in +Now, I'm kickin all type of lingo, what's up wit that +I make the shit into a single, ha, what's up wit that +You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin papi +Go cop my shit, because you can't get a copy +Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit that +The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that +I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that +And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that +I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that +And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that +You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin papi +Go cop my shit, because you can't get a copy +Cuz that's how shit be, what's up wit that +The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that +I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that +And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that +I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that +And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that +You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin chico +I hold shit down for all my rhyme writin people +Cuz that's how shit be, the Rah D I G +I'm writin rhymes lovely, and how I rep Jersey + +I’m Bout It[Intro: Lil Durk & Fredo Santana] +I'm a hitta by myself +I'm a hitta by myself (L's) +"Hello?" +"Man whatup bro what's good?" +"Chillin chillin man motherfucker back down in these streets man" +"Hell yeah boy you back down bro" +Motherfuckers know what it is +Niggas got me goin' crazy +In the crib off the lazy +[Verse 1] +OTF we the team +And I'm a hitta that's the theme +Police snatch me I won't sing +Read me my rights and Imma leave +My people told me never trust none +Niggas be all in my face but I don't trust 'em +[Chorus] +I got the black mask and I'm 'bout it +You know I can't leave the crib without it +A lot of people say they doubt me +You best believe my niggas 'bout it +Dreaded up and they 'bout it +Ridin' 'round and they 'bout it +All black and they 'bout it +OTF we 'bout it +Dreaded up and we 'bout it +Ridin' 'round and they 'bout it +All black and they 'bout it +OTF we 'bout it +[Verse 2] +I got O and Moski on my mind +I lean for Tayski 'nem all the time +Free da guys like 300 times +[? 1:29] that's 300 time +Fuck the feds they gave my daddy life +For my son Imma make it right +The feds gave my daddy life +For my son Imma make it right +Ridin', 2 seaters +750 wit' two eaters +One nigga got two heaters +Ride on me and get blammed up +Soft niggas better man up +That limit squeeze don't jam up +Black mask, hand up +Move or get blammed up +Livin' up to that YOLO +Real niggas better stand up (Let's get it) +Cuff bitches no handcuffs (L's) +Niggas know that we'll band up (drillin') +Niggas better go get it (Let's get it) +Ridin' 'round and I'm gettin' it +'cept I got on three chains +I got a movie clip like DGainz (L's) +[Chorus] +I got the black mask and I'm 'bout it +You know I can't leave the crib without it +A lot of people say they doubt me (bow bow bow) +You best believe my niggas 'bout it (Let's get it, L's) +Dreaded up and they 'bout it (300) +Ridin' 'round and they 'bout it (300) +All black and they 'bout it (let's get it) +OTF we 'bout it +Dreaded up and we 'bout it (let's get it) +Ridin' 'round and they 'bout it +All black and they 'bout it (Lil Durk) +OTF we 'bout it +[Verse 3] +It's one of them nights (let's get it) +I gotta carry that pipe +Look both ways like dykes +I can't get caught that's life +I'm so BOS nigga +That i gotta blam on sight +So if I see you wit' that light (L's) +Just know I blam you on sight (L's) +Hoes on my dick (let's get it) +Got me on my BJ shit +40' on this replay shit +Mac'll rip up three way shit (let's get it) +Easy to say drill is hard when you ain't drillin' shit +Sippin' for no feelin' shit +Fuck you and yo feelings bitch +I'm rollin' off a hitta +Too many say they drillin' +I go hard with no liquor +Gotta shoot me for a stick up +I do too much to bitch up (let's get it) +This 40' give you nip-tuck +You better keep yo lips tucked (L's) +[Chorus] +I got the black mask and I'm 'bout it +You know I can't leave the crib without it (Let's get it) +A lot of people say they doubt me (bow bow bow) +You best believe my niggas 'bout it (300) +Dreaded up and they 'bout it (300) +Ridin' 'round and they 'bout it (300) +All black and they 'bout it (let's get it) +OTF we 'bout it (let's get it) +Dreaded up and we 'bout it (Let's get it) +Ridin' 'round and they 'bout it +All black and they 'bout it (Lil Durk) +OTF we 'bout itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Rise & Fall[Intro] +Uh, yeah turn it up, check it out +[Verse 1] +The transition from a young fool +Broke, still on his neck, he hung jewels +Live his life in the ghetto where guns rule +It was cool wasn't mad, I had to take out cabs +Made my first LP afforded H-Class, my face gassed +'94, Sold out in every record store +Local hood rats who wouldn't speak +Now I'm who they're checking for +Shown crazy love, ran up on stage with 80 thugs +After the shows, my niggas robbed the bar and wrecked the clubs +Happy, no hating, more henny, more blunts circulating +My single in rotation on every radio station +Eyes popped when I drove my first ride on the block +Summertime, block parties, cookouts, I spend my knot +Truly, niggas was fighting over who was closely to me +Happy with the new representative of QB +To hit the top first you have to gotta fall before you make it +With for 4 minutes of your time, watch me demonstrate it +[Hook Slick Rick & Nas] +This was the rise and fall of my fast lane style +(From Nasty to Nas to Nas Escobar) +(Mega popular center of attraction) +I was the main event on the TV for a while +This was the rise and fall of my fast lane style +(From Nasty to Nas to Nas Escobar) +(Mega popular center of attraction) +I was the main event on the TV for a while +[Verse 2] +Cayman Islands in the winter, summer bus rides to Great Adventure +I've brung New York back to real rap inventors +New crib, diamond rings, killers on my team +Infinitis for my girl for giving birth to my queen +3 g's worth of chronic a week, promoters were mad +I stopped doing shows to spend time in the street +Loot declined, eventually so did my shine +Repo looking for my Lex, back then I wasn't buying +You can guess niggas started saying, with all the success +"Why is your mom still in the projects?" I answered them vexed +Fuck out my face, pistol in my car, full clip +I read about Pablo Escobar and got on some shit +So called mans would plot on my chips, I was fronting +Niggas thought I was rich and got mad cause they was pumpin' +My assumption, niggas want me pumped in the casket +Kept the gun the same three-fifth a nigga got bagged with +[Hook Slick Rick & Nas] +This was the rise and fall of my fast lane style +(From Nasty to Nas to Nas Escobar) +(Mega popular center of attraction) +I was the main event on the TV for a while +This was the rise and fall of my fast lane style +(From Nasty to Nas to Nas Escobar) +(Mega popular center of attraction) +I was the main event on the TV for a while +[Verse 3] +Caught a case now, I'm home staring off into space +Flashbacks of all the jewelry, cars, crossing my face +Rappers I met, hoes on video cassette +No management, no more good life and no respect +Hearing crowds roar, crystal pouring mixed drinks +Haunted by the thoughts of second album sophomore jinx +Where did I fail? Death threats, woke up in cold sweats +Thinking about all these murders that know where I rest +From hanging with crazy cliques that's known to take shit +Bracelets, and all that beef now I'm involved, was paperless +My cars were auctioned off, now I catch rides with kidnap-niggas +Who snatch babies up to get back figures +Lessons from heaven, every night I slept with my weapon +To guard my family for a minute I forgot my profession +Not from Columbia or Nicaragua +Don't distribute coke from Antigua, that shipped out to Panama +Pablo Escobar's bloody reign came to an end +Far from my life; a kid who made his fame from a pen +Hit the studio and change the game again +Wrote down all the pain within, top of the charts, triple platinum +Got the fake love back, money stacks, more plaques +Had to see who I was just to know where I was at +Saw both sides of the game, all the ups and downs +This goes out to the future rap kings coming up now +[Hook Slick Rick & Nas] +This was the rise and fall of my fast lane style +(From Nasty to Nas to Nas Escobar) +(Mega popular center of attraction) +I was the main event on the TV for a while +This was the rise and fall of my fast lane style +(From Nasty to Nas to Nas Escobar) +(Mega popular center of attraction) +I was the main event on the TV for a whileEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +What You Mean*Lyrics from Snippets +[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert] +Woo +[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Chief Keef] +Tell me what you mean, whoa +Tell me what you mean (Bang-bang-bang) +I can't understand, I was too focused on the green +Shawty, you a dub and I'm too focused on the beans +I remember when she used to play me in my teens +That was way back then when she ain't lookin' for my team +You so out of luck, you better cuff me in your dreams +I'm too focused on the money bustin' out my jeans +[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] +That's your girl, nigga? I can't tell +...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Dead Serious[Verse 1: Verbal Kent] +I got a knife with your name on it +[Verse 2: Lance Ambu] +I dwell in the basement with the remains of rats +I'm on some Fight Club shit, y'all on Brokeback Mountain +[Verse 3: ILL Bill] +My every verse a valuable painting +A crossroads of sorts +Listen to the way the missiles click into silos +Like a bitch getting fisted with a dick in her eye holeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +To the Rescue[Verse 1: U-God] +Yo, yo, yo, yo +Vendetta inside, swiftly start stabbin' +One second to meltdown, feel the twin cannons +Burn, handgun herns, standin' firm +Return from mega-death, I'll tell you what's left +Dilemma, Earth tremor, up by man +With the Grand Canyon rap, U dynamic wingspan +The Power from the Clan, yo, is more than fantastic +Pull pins out the hazard, on this Battlestar Galactic' +Skull tactic, sporadic, Asiatic, long awaited +Son of Sam, mention the mic mutated +You hated us, 'cause we immortal on wax +Rip the China White shit, flip a dynamite ax +Shillac 'em perhaps, the heart pump an anti-toxin +Feed me the Power, meteor shower when I'm boxin' +[Chorus: U-God] +Professional vets, now comin' through vexed +I'm testin' you vets, what you claimin' that you best? +The S on your chest, better stand for Super-stress +And Leathaface pressed, next, here to set you +REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue +[Verse 2: Lethaface] +I know how to part your medula, oblong gotta +Test the rocket launcher, they'll get conquered +By my block sponsors, monster Tonka truck ya +The whole train conductor +A hole in your spine, rip your stomach mothafucka +Brotha suffer, my Dutch puff as sinister as the Feds +Infrared, signin' on the Glock, splittin' ya head +Drippin' wet from death threat messages I inject +Intellect reflects worldwide over Internets +Heart colder than Winter Fresh, chest smokin' like incense +Vets broken into the flesh, soakin' in ya own mess +Chrome bleds, some of the known best soldier vets +Over cassette, you get smashed like crashed desert air shows +Holdin' ya breath, gaggin' for a bit of oxygen +Submission put a stop to men, reveal the foul document +Lockin' position, envision, adapt critical condition +Pitiful you didn't listen, now we're spiritual blessin' +Viewer discretion advised, sabotage satellites +Splatter guys, get ya food ate like I'm Big Mac and fries +Trap nines in the thighs, symbolize real lives +Instill a rocket fuck from the inside to the outside +In ya mouth lied the barrel, subdue bone marrow +Ya tone shadow, blown from high-explosive poem battles +Dome smack, you live, projectiles effectin' you +Incredible new wave heart, blade sharp verses sexin' you +Claim professional, but I never met you +Son I never forget you +I slaughter foes when my particles wet you +To the Rescue +[Chorus: U-God] +Professional vets, now comin' through vexed +I'm testin' you vets, what you claimin' that you best? +The S on your chest, better stand for Super-Stress +The Golden Arms pressed, next, here to set you +REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue +[Verse 3: U-God] +Slash hope, raw burnin', freezin' thoughts are cold +Ballistic missile lift off, now one behold +My throat harden for Harlem, harness the volume +With grief fallin' on me in a breeze, the seas partin' +It's two men awesome, uncanny +The handy man crook, the rap gank where every damn nook and cranny +Plus four more opponents couldn't throw me, couldn't slam me +I told you before, this is war, it's radical claw +Menate the law, practice my ambition +Understand determination, plus my burnin' condition +Rebuild 'em, sing a song strong for disaster +Scorch 'em on a letter, clever, bled 'em much faster +Exotic lens, bionic Timb's, hardco' organic +The floor panic when revolvin', Shaolin dodgin' +Potion of my juice, it's "Houston we have a problem" +Its Basic Instinct, motor mouth, hold is sacred +The Rushmore Rock Face, one four shot with the greatness +Raw shoulders, sword colder, no remorse +The crash course, the portions of my Porsche +Divorce it, the Holocaust exhaust, driven with force +Mighty ship back on course, I almost lost it +Toss the smokin' corpse, seldom sing +Shells amongst men, rebellion, teens formin' and swarmin' +Vikin style, strikin' without warnin' a nation +Standin' ovation, rap devastation +New animation, the scandal +Handle the best part, damsel in distress, I'll bless you +God damn you! To the rescue +[Chorus: U-God] +Professional vets, now comin' through vexed +I'm testin' you vets, what you claimin' that you best? +The S on your chest, better stand for Super-Stress +The Golden Arms pressed, next, here to set you +REC! I suggest niggas come To the RescueEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Y’all Been Warned[Intro: Method Man & Masta Killa] +Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, hey +Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up, one +Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up +(That's what's up) +Eh, eh, eh +(That's what's up) +Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up +Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up +[Verse 1: Method Man] +Wu-Tang nigga, crash your crew, laugh at you +You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two +Hear me roar, Timbaland tree, weed galore +MC's with gusto, y'all ain't never seen before +El-Producto, pass that, you puff too slow +That's what's up, yo, the kid with the buck-toothed flow +Oh, that's Meth' Man, southpaw, I throw my left hand +To that hardcore shit that even make the TEC jam +Oh, my goodness, trust me, ain't nothing like some hood shit +Gotta love my dogs, but ain't nothing like a good bitch +Strictly, if I'm goin' down, she comin' with me +Whole time screamin', "Oh, my God!", ain't no mystery +[Chorus: Method Man] +Y'all been warned about them Killa Bees on the swarm +Y'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon +Correct me if I'm wrong, but fake thugs never last long +Can't wait until ya fake-ass gone +Y'all been warned about them Killa Bees on the swarm +Y'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon, nigga +Uh-oh, I think they're playin' our song +Lit blunts, Clan in the front, sayin', "It's on!" +[Verse 2: RZA] +Try to Wu hate, duck, you could suck my… +Watch the block get clear when I buck my… +Boomerang darts, you can't duck my… +No tellin' which Clan, man, you got struck by +Chains get tucked when he walk by; hawk eye +Arrows bein' fired from crossbow, I talk fly +You can't Etch-A-Sketch, all my rhyme threat +Try to bite my flow, you catch ya throat strep +Soaked in sex, dope, you eat the cold TEC's +Boldflex, W crown, the ice O-X +Up in the oolie, yo, who you know? +John Bizzi, Ghost Deini, Rollie Finger and them toolies, yo +Stainless Bobby, boy, you have an English folly +To try to detain the slang that we came to party +Plus you didn't peep Irief, kid, you sleep +I seen this heap of shit, you in steep +[Chorus: Method Man] +Y'all been warned about them Killa Bees on the swarm +Y'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon +Correct me if I'm wrong, but fake thugs never last long +Can't wait until ya fake-ass gone +[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] +Yo, amidst the gravel, play the words of the Big Apple +Broadcastin' live from the pits of the battle +Wigs split and rattled, get shook out ya saddle +You ever hear me losin,' one of y'all fix the panel +Ask who? Wu, that's true, known piranhas +Who knows drama? Fathers of your whole persona +The mad doctor stay locked in the O.R.  +In too deep, beyond reach of the sonar +Still a vet, say my name next to hall of fame +Hurtin' third string players, first day in the game +It's on, son, the Killa Bee swarm come +Make the world shake with one continuous drum +[Chorus: Method Man] +Y'all been warned about them Killa Bees on the swarm +Y'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon +Correct me if I'm wrong, but fake thugs never last long +Can't wait until ya fake-ass gone +[Verse 4: Raekwon & Masta Killa] +Wave ya gun, Killa (I got you) +Shoot this nigga in his face for his mumblin' (I heard y'all forgot Wu) +Wear ya crown, black down (Watch the block, too) +Blow at y'all niggas (Blowin' at the cops, too) +Yo, my wallets stay bulletproof, racin' in coups +Yeah, we the realest, ultraviolet leathers on, pealin' this +Love lookin' the illest, gorilla things +Monster background with a history of pumpin' crack +Yap clowns, we all real in here; strap a bomb +On a family member, let y'all niggas know we here +Blasted, it's like cheeba when I splashed it +Real reefer heads'll know the meanin' of hittin' glass +I told y'alls, against y'all, Ginsus avenge gods +Picture me stabbin' you in the yard for R's +Kid saw Staten, nine *Bin Ladens* +Valours on, colourful drawers, lookin' all relaxed in +[Chorus: Method Man] +Y'all been warned about them Killa Bees on the swarm +Y'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon +Correct me if I'm wrong, but fake thugs never last long +Can't wait until ya fake-ass gone +Y'all been warned about them Killa Bees on the swarm +Y'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon, nigga +Uh-oh, I think they're playin' our song +Lit blunts, Clan in the front, sayin', "It's on!" +[Outro: sample] +I not begging for my own life. Just let my child be born, then I don't mind dying +Ha, that's great kill her and his child. Ta Chi, go aheadEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +One More Chance[Intro] +All you hoes calling here for my daddy, get off his dick +Like that, mommy? +*Beep* +Hi, daddy, how you doing? This is Tyiest +I was thinking about you last night, mm +You actin' like you can't call me no more 'cause you busy and all of that +But you trying to tell me it wasn't good? +*Beep* +That shit is real fucked up what you did +I hooked you up with my girl and shit +You fucked her every time you see her +You don't even say shit to her, you know what I'm saying? +And all that bitch do is call me all day talking about you +"Why the fuck B.I.G. don't want me?" +*Beep* +Yo, B.I.G., this is Quita +Kenya told me she saw you and Shanie at the mall and I know you ain't fucking her +You fucked with me last night +That's my best friend and we don't get down like that +*Beep* +Yeah, motherfucker, this is Stephanie +I was waiting outside for your ass for like a fucking hour +I don't know what's going on, motherfuckers trying to rob me +You be disappearing and shit, I'm waiting in the cold +What the fuck is going on? +When you get in give me a fucking call, alright? +[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] +When it comes to sex, I'm similar to the Thrilla in Manila +Honeys call me "Bigga the Condom Filler" +Whether it's stiff tongue or stiff dick +Biggie squeeze it to make shit fit, now check this shit +I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder +You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith +I get swift with the lyrical gift +Hit you with a dick, make your kidney shift +Here we go, here we go, but I'm not Domino +I got the funk flow to make your drawers drop slow +So recognize the dick size in these Karl Kani jeans +I wear thirteens, know what I mean? +I'll fuck around and hit you with the Hennessy dick +Mess around and go blind, don't get to see shit (See shit) +The next batter, here to shatter your bladder +It doesn't matter, skinny or fat or light-skinned or black +Baby, I drop these Boricua mamis screaming ¡Ay papi! +I love it when they call me Big Poppa +I only smoke blunts if they rolled proper +Look, I gotcha caught up with the drunk flow +Fuck tae kwon do, I tote a four-four +For niggas getting mad 'cause they bitch chose me +A big black motherfucker with G, you see +All I do is separate the game from the truth +Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia +Getting physical like Olivia Newt +Tricks suck my clique dick all day with no trivia +So give me a ho, a bankroll and a bag of weed +I'm guaranteed to fuck her 'til her nose bleed +Even if your new man's a certified mack +You'll get that H-Town in ya, you want that old thing back +[Chorus: Total & The Notorious B.I.G.] +Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance +I got that good dick, girl, you didn't know? +Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance +I got that good dick, girl, you didn't know? +Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance +I got that good dick, girl, you didn't know? +Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance +[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] +Is my mind playing tricks, like Scarface and Bushwick +Willie D, having nightmares of girls killing me? +She mad because what we had didn't last +I'm glad because her cousin let me hit the ass +Fuck the past, let's dwell on the 500SL, the E&J and ginger ale +The way my pockets swell to the rims with Benjamins +Another honey's in the crib? Please, send her in +I fuck non-stop, lick my lips a lot +Used to lick the clits a lot, but licking clits had to stop +'Cause y'all don't know how to act when the tongue go down below +Peep the funk flow +Really, though, I got the cleanest, meanest penis +You never seen this stroke of genius +So take off your Timb boots and your body suit +I mean the spandex and hit my man next +Sex get rougher when it come to the nut buster +Pussy crusher, black nasty motherfucker +I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em +And if I'm caressing 'em I'm undressing 'em +Fuck what you heard, who's the best in New York? +Fulfilling fantasies without that nigga Mr. Roarke +Or Tattoo, I got you wrapped around my dick +And when I nut I got to split +Shit, backshots is my position +I got you wishing for an intermission, fuck the kissin' +Lickin' you down to your belly button, I ain't frontin' +They don't call me big for nuttin' all of a sudden +[Chorus: Total] +Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance +Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance +Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance +Oh, Biggie, give me one more chanceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Watch Dem Niggas[Produced by Trackmasters] +[Verse 1: Nas] +They never realized how real Nas is, so decisive +It's just the likeness of Israelites mist that made me write this +A slight twist of lime rhyme, be chasing down your primetime +Food for thought or rather mind wine +The Don Juan features the freak shit +My thesis on how we creep quick +Fucking your wife, that ain't no secret +It's mandatory, see, that pussy, they hand it to me +I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story +There ain't no drama that my niggas never handle for me +My gator brand is Mauri, walking through rough land before me +Where the snakes put a smile on they face +Hoping and praying I'm stuck +Scoping, they lay in the cut, weighing my luck +Player haters play this in cell blocks and rocked stages +Winking at some females cops with cocked gauges +Really, it's papers I'm addicted to +Wasn't for rap, then I'd be sticking you +The MAC inside the Triple Goose +Face down on the floor's the routine +Don't want hear nobody blow steam +Just cream or it's a smoke screen +Imagine that, that's why I hardly kick the bragging raps +I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant +[Chorus: Nas & Foxy Brown] +Watch dem niggas that be close to you +And make sure they do what they supposed to do +'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you +Never personal, nowadays it's the ways +Watch dem niggas that be close to you +And make sure they do what they supposed to do +'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you +Never personal, nowadays it's the ways +[Verse 2: Nas] +Now, how can I perfect this? (Uhh, what?) +Living reckless, die for my necklace +Crime infected, driving a Lexus with a death wish +Jetting, checking my message on the speaker +Bopping to "Mona Lisa", brown reefer, ten G's, gun and my Visa +CD cranking, doing 90 on the Franklin D. Roosevelt +No seat belt, drinking and thinking +My man caught a bad one, son, niggas is frightened +Secret indictments, adds on the one seeking enlightenment +My Movado says seven, the God hour, that's if you follow +Traditions started by the school, not far from The Apollo +My 'fuck tomorrow' motto through the eyes of Pablo +Escobar, the desperado, word to Cus D'Amato +[Chorus: Nas & Foxy Brown] +Gotta watch dem niggas that's close to you +And make sure they do what they supposed to do +'Cause you know they be thinking about smoking you +Never personal, nowadays it's the ways +Watch dem niggas that's close to you +And make sure they do what they supposed to do +'Cause you know they be thinking about smoking you +Never personal, nowadays it's the ways +[Verse 3: Nas] +Some niggas watch you (Uhh) +See you when you think you on the low, ain't hard to spot you +You swore to keep it real after you blow +Three keys, new V's, went to Anguilla with your ho +Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat getting the dough +Them old timers advise you to them problems that's ahead +Drama with the Feds, not listening, just bobbing your head +Your Rollie shining, thinking to yourself "Nobody's taking mine" +At the same time, your ho is getting snatched from behind +Put in a van, "Where's the hundred grand?", stripping her hand +From all the ice, wouldn't you know +You knew these niggas all your life +What made them mark you victim? +You fucked up somewhere down the line +Now they had to target your Wisdom +She took 'em to your place, straight to your safe +You doubted it could happen, sick of yapping +Jump in your ride, headed to your side +Puffing ganja, get to your crib, can't find her, just a reminder: +Shouldn't have your stash house where you crash out +Could've passed out, your coke is gone, now you ass out +Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes +[Chorus: Nas & Foxy Brown] +Gotta watch dem niggas that's close to you (Uhh) +And make sure they do what they supposed to do (What, hah) +'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you (Uh) +Never personal, nowadays it's the ways +Watch dem niggas that's close to you (Uhh) +And make sure they do what they supposed to do +'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you (Uh-huh) +Never personal, nowadays it's the ways (Uhh)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Simulation Baptize[Intro: Kanye West] +Uh +[Verse 1: Kanye West & Pardison Fontaine] +When the people don't have land, they settle for brands +They want Jesus polo sport and Obama again +My foresight is incredible +She pull the foreskin back-back like it's edible +Democracy is just a simulation, the government +I just served over a billion, I'm lovin' it +She got lightskin, nipples yeah, that's my favorite +Shawn White lookin' like he's working for the agents +Wish a white dude wouldn't tell me about black lives +Wasn't my choice, before my parents got me baptized +Black oppression is a business +I see they want to test me like the Litmus +While Noah be fixin' the EQ +I'm just waiting on the day I finally get Me-Too'd +'Cause nigga did a lot of shit, uh +They say I don't belong in politics, uh (Look) +[Verse 2: Pardison Fontaine] +Came in this bitch, just a rich, hands out, ayy +Check on your head and now you getting checked off (Bling) +Jump in the red Porche (Skrrt), sped off (Hey) +Pulled the poodle to your noodle, now you drippin' red sauce (Bah) +I don't listen to your rap, got too many lies in it (Facts) +Don't come to my hood, you wouldn't survive in it (No) +They don't fuck with me 'cause they can't fuck with me, I get it +Would say your girl pussy wet, but that'd be dry snitchin' (Hey) +This time last year I was dead broke (I was dead broke) +I was one day away from tryna sell coke (Sell coke) +Prolly woulda messed it up, been dead or in jail (Jail) +I was finna sell yay', 'till Ye hit me on his cell +Like, "Damn, you done chewed dawg, alley oop dawg" +We could run this whole shit, like Dre and Snoop Dogg, ayy +Ayy, cash out +You know the ho's love to see you winnin' +You know the road when a nigga been there +You know they all love a nigga when ya +Rollin' in my hoopty, it get me from A to B +I'm good in my hood, them niggas don't play with me +This is Pardi, Flacko, 'Ye, them niggas they came to see +We the ones who set the trends, what they gon' say to me? (Hey) +What they gon' say to me? +We the ones who set the trends, man, that's just the way it be +Ayy, ayy, pay it tall, pay it free (Ayy, ayy) +In this bitch, a pregnancy (Ayy, ayy) +Fuck a lame, legacy (Ayy, ayy) +[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky] +On dead nights, your bitch paid off of neck price, alone +Wasn't financing (Checks right), get my checks right (Checks right) +Visit your mama, after 'cause the head right +I spread the best advice, invest type (Word) +'Coulda got Kanye West outta debt twice (Nah) +'Cause I'm just tryna be the best being since Jesus +But terms of condition will go over heads like the set price (Huh?) +Ho's like the set price (Think about that) +Comparisons to fake me's, embarrassing (Bitch ass) +If it matters, I'm embarrassing +Think about the state of mind +Think about my mind state, it's passive (Passive) +A few milli's spent on bad habits, the other half went taxes +And that goes to anybody with money in that bracket (What?) +The state of rapping, the freshmens in all the classes +All the super seniors mumblin' rappin' +Mumblin and ramblin' +I can't find it hard to- +I find it hard to find actual talent (Huh?) +I find it challenging to find an actual challenge (Huh?) +Fuck you + +Hitman[Verse 1] +I get paid to do what I do and say what I say +Assassinate you quick it's easy for me +To dead you, I'm special +Like the 38 with black electrical tape, my handle +Banana clip P 'cause I spit rap and fire you hear claps and screams +From out the crowd I kill em on stage +In front all these people and fuck the police +I'm fresh out the cage my heart full of rage +My head full of waves I could body more lames +Moment of silence this violence +They rockin all black then mourning 'cause I just +Murder for sport its fun to me +I do this for a living you a victim G +I turn where you stand to a homicide scene +I'm a hitman this is how I eat +[Hook] +Killer, radio killer, contract killer, studio killer +Nigga 'cause I make hits call me hitman bitch +I get paid for murder, number one with a bullet +All that bullshit is that dead, you best keep it moving +Nigga 'cause I make hits call me hit man bitch +I get paid for murder +[Verse 2] +Art of war call me Basquiat +Call me Warhol paint to town red when I spit it +Hit man for hire, for the right price I'll light up your life with this fire +I don't go pop my shit bang +I hit you with this 16 you get slayed +The professional, I clean up the mess that the clean up man left I'm telling you +May God help you, you in my scope +When killing this bitch body in this flows +You get finish like the checkerboard flag +I do it to you niggas +Don't play with me man +Get yourself ruined, we're not the same pedigree +Nothing like me and I'meverything +You wish you was, I wish you luck +I wish you would, I hit you up +Now die now +[Hook] +{Verse 3] +It don't stop till the casket drop +Get your shit pushed back by the shit-push-backer +Platinum and gold plaquer +You don't make hits you drop bricks +You just a battle rapper +A wannabe celebrity, you think you so hot but you're not like me +Separate the elite from the weak +Yous a certified scrub I'm a certified beast +And after all the smoke is done +We'll see who makes hits and who got hit up +Your woman in my line of fire +I'ma body her body, now I mean I get paid for murder +[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Love Thirst (Remix)(feat. Busta Rhymes) +My caramel mahogany fairtail +You gon do very well +Fearing for the fairwell +Stay a while, we can just lay a while +See my smile better +Lay your chest on me, make you my sweater +I want the rest of you +Pressing me head up +I need contact +Your windows reflecting me back +Later I ask where your memories at +Your face teling me that +You need a taste where the hennesy's at +C'mon lace me +Replace glasses with the tip of my tongue +I won't front baby +Later your sprung +And though relation is young +I feel it's making a connection to young +So that I xxx like the chick in the song +No lie +Won't I +Take my time let the bass unwind +Claymation could'ntmold a better mind +Your sick +And I'll be the nurse and you'll be the patient +Boy how insane could it get +I'm so high babay +High +High +High +High +High +Baby I'm so high off your love (ooo) +Ok turn the lights off, no +Turn them back on +Want you to see my backbone and my blacktones +Start minimal +Raise it to animal +Please your no amiture +Please beyond tangible +Knees be all tangled up +Like the candles +Placed on the mantle that +That romanced at angles +We'll slow dance till tango'n gets horizontal +I know you go longer that flows with no comma +I'm high on ya +You like it don't ya +To survive by just biting on ya +Like the high note +Nibble just a little bit +Everything I'm thinking your already delivering it +Quiver +Pleasure unheard +You ain't even done first +When I done burst crazy +I'm in love thirst +You are the quincher +Maybe we should be taping so you could remember +I'm just sass'n +High (your making me so) +High (you got me so) +High +High (your making me so) +High (baby) +Baby I'm so high off your love (ooo) +High (your making me so) +High (I'm getting so) +High +(can you stop getting me?) +High (your love is so) +High (baby) +Baby I'm so high off your love (ooo) + +Making MovesEpisode 5: Making Moves +Peace. For this exploration, I wanna stray from what we have done in the past. I want to take you outside and literally explore. Be mindful you don't have to be still. Your eyes don't have to be closed. Meditation just means you are aware of your inner and outer self. So put on some kicks and let's go outside to a place where you can stretch your legs, move around, you know. If you need to, just hit pause, and I'll wait for you. +Are you ready? Let's do this. +I want you to start walking. A little slower than normal. Try to keep yourself in a straight line. As you walk, focus on your breath. In through your mouth. Feel your chest rise up and fall. Flow in. Flow out. Keep breathing. +Before Wu-Tang was Wu-Tang, I walked all over Staten Island. I mean I walked the Parkhill Projects to Stapleton to New Brighton. I took the long route to up Targee Street, down Van Duzer, and then up the big hill on Ceber Avenue. Those walks in Shaolin built wisdom in me, and they revealed to me what I wanted to do and what I could do, and most importantly, what I should do. How to take on the obstacle or avoid a trap? How to build Wu-Tang? How to launch a label? How to create music not only for the children of my generation, but even the children of future generations. I want you to find wisdom in your walk. Slowly let your focus drift to your legs. Be mindful of every step, lifting each foot up, moving your leg forward, placing it down again. Feel every part of every step. As you do, look around you. Slowly take in the sights. Are they new? Or have you been looking at these things your whole life? Look closer. Is there something there you've never realized? And let your mind become more focused. Think about the goal that lies ahead. Analyze it. Then start to form a plan. Continue this. Think about the obstacles and the opportunities on your path to that goal. Now assess them. Turn these ideas over in your mind as many times as you like. Again and again and again. Multiplying, adding, subtracting, divide them. Don't stop walking until you feel settled. It could take hours and that's cool. +The great Indian monk who helped found the Shaolin, he walked from India to China. That's a lot of miles. When I was stuck trying to figure out my screenplay for my movie, I walked through the streets of Pittsburgh. It was the steel heritage of that city that gave me the inspiration to think about making our character have iron fists strong as steel. +When your mind feels clear, turn around and head back. Take the same path. This time look at your conclusions from a different perspective. What is the flip side of each obstacle. Each opportunity. Pressure test your plan. When we change our surroundings, we open up new perspective and higher levels of thought. That's why I take walks to this very day. What can you use from this walk to move forward in your life? Maybe it's a tangible plan. Maybe it's just the awareness you've created. My walks lead me to the Wu-Tang and remain a vital part of my process. Where will your walks take you? +We're approaching the end of our exploration, and as you press stop on this, just remember that you can return whenever you want, and the RZA will be here waiting to explore with you. Peace. Bong Bong. + +Somebody[Hook: Lil Durk] +I aim at a nigga 'cuz this +Rollie on me, I whipped it to a brick +No one, smoke a nigga if he trip +No hope for my city I was in +Free Law judge gave him more than ten +Hard body, can't none of my niggas bend +And we trend, all of my niggas is brothers, we don't do friends +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Where I'm from you nobody +So you kill somebody, yeah yeah +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Growing up, I ain't wanna be nobody +Had to get it on my own, I swear muthafucka that I don't need nobody +Supa Savage 2 shit, might make him catch a body +Lockdown, phone calls to the fam, I ain't really need nobody +Not a bitch, not a nigga, not nobody +No hope for the city I'm in +Niggas hatin', they don't want you to win +Hard body, we can take it there again +One call, they get slapped in advance +Niggas actin', they be really out here playin' +I guess if it's slow, he'll get what I'm sayin' +Slow down, let me bring it back again +Niggas actin', they be really out here playin +I'm goin' in for the kill once again +Rob who? I don't get what you're sayin' +Take what? I don't get what you're sayin' +These niggas my brothers, not my friends +They came up, they wanted watches when +It's fucked up 'cuz that nigga you thought was your man +Might snitch and get you a hundred years +Might snitch and get you a hundred years +[Hook: Lil Durk] +I aim at a nigga 'cuz this +Rollie on me, I whipped it to a brick +No one, smoke a nigga if he trip +No hope for my city I was in +Free Law judge gave him more than ten +Hard body, can't none of my niggas bend +And we trend, all of my niggas is brothers, we don't do friends +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Where I'm from you nobody +So you kill somebody, yeah yeah +[Verse 2: Lil Durk] +Everybody wanna be a somebody, but +Everybody, we wanna body some +As a kid growing up I ain't had nothin' +I just wanted a lot of guns and a lot of money +6217 where I'm at work +No school, better stay with his Macbook +On my son, Aqua +I hash .30 shot, .40 Ruger like Jackfoot +Some niggas want to be like Mike, shit I wanna be like Big Durk +Flat as hell, flat bitches with some flat car +I swear Allah had a rich word +Choppa bullets, man down +I told my momma I'm the man now +I got the city' hands down +My young boys they ain't playin' round +Free [?] he go "blam!" +Free Rich, free Jam +My young niggas, they all go ham +Free Lil boon from the Lam +I'm the man now +I got the city' hands down +[Hook: Lil Durk] +I aim at a nigga 'cuz this +Rollie on me, I whipped it to a brick +No one, smoke a nigga if he trip +No hope for my city I was in +Free Law judge gave him more than ten +Hard body, can't none of my niggas bend +And we trend, all of my niggas is brothers, we don't do friends +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Everybody wanna be a somebody +Where I'm from you nobody +So you kill somebody, yeah yeah.1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +HoodVerse 1: Rebel INS +Berettas and Glocks, consecutive shots +Forever it pops, catching double life just for reppin the block +Brotheren or not, the cream cause metal to pop +When the smoke clears fake niggas setting up shop +I knew murderaz who blew trial and came home king +Some of ya'll catch a weed charge and start to sing +Criminal life, sinister trife, few are built for +The section of land young blood was spilled for +Not to mention the twenty beans he killed for +His fifty cal shells left in the building door +Animal rights, both sides hands on them pipes +Kenny rogers with the dice how we gamble with life +Cameras and lights a blind fold damage ya sights +Its real, another brother got hammered tonight +Its cold black, co-jacks tappin ya phone jack +Livin by the code I was shown by the old cats +Little nigga grown now totin a mack +Shorties sixteen telling me she blow my back +A day in the life the neighborhood hype +Johhny got blaze and blaze getting money and money got age +He a 86 O.G. who sniff now +Sugar hill romeoo cat who bring ya clique down +Not only was he sniffing the work +They found the wire tap when they ripped open the shirt +Its no hurt, the burners ah burst, the murders occur +Momma on the strip, daughter learning from her +Fish nets with the big breasts working the curb +Quick sex for a big check thirsting to splurge +Drama at night, the ??? start sparkin the light +Its part of the life the high is like bacardi on ice +Party all night and pray that ya make it till morn +In the cursed earth all things sacred are gone +In the hall by the gate door wavin the 4 +Keep ya ears to the street or ya face to the floor +Either or heat flame for the cause beat jake and the law +Keep takin keep bangin for yours +Son you'd rather be loved than feared +Theres a price on ya head and you can catch slugs from here +The drugs the beer had a nigga bugged for years +Liviing a lie the mask can't cover the tears +Gotta rise up from under the stairs +It never rains in souther cal but its thunderin here +Just look, the killers the crooks the villians the jooks +The flowers by the grave of the witness who looked +Mob style in the broad day business is took +Dirty cop on the tape gettin hit off the book +Heaven for some they squeeze off weapons for fun +Tattoo on his back states second to none +Hard body who died for his section of slum +If its hood than its like that wherever you from + +Somebody to Settle Down With[Birdge:] +Say Girl I Wanna Touch Ya But First Of All I Wanna Know Can Lil Boosie Trust Ya +It's Thug Love To Tha Fullest You Ain't Got No Busta So Lay Back And Let Meeeeeee... +Tell Ya Something Fa Real Say Girl I Need Someboy To Settle Down With +[Verse 1:] +Since Tha First Time I Met Ya I Could See It In Ya Eyes +You Scared That I'm a Hurt Ya Scared I'm Gonna Make You Cry You Know I'm Thugged Out +When You Listen To My Rhymes (Look Here) Temperature Rising Got Damn Girl You Fine Woooo! +Ha Lips Like Clips That Go In A Nine Ha Lips Like Eve They Hard To Find +She Got A Pretty Pretty Face With A Gorgious Behind Look Like A Horse From Behind And When She Walk She Shine +But On The Other End Tell Yo Other Man Sit His Broke Ass Down You Got A Hustler +Man I Need A Women To Show Me Some Affection Need A Good Conversation When All These Niggas Be Hatin Need Somebody To Settle Down +[Chorus:] +I Need Somebody, Need Some Body To Settle Down With.I Need Somebody +Need Some Body To Settle Down With.I Need Somebody, Need Some Body To +Settle Down With.I Need Somebody, Need Some Body To Settle Down With +[Verse 2:] +Now First Of All The Worst Of All Ain't Even Happen Girl It's Time To Play Ping Pong Come Grab This Paddle Girl +Since I Done Hit It Ha Mind Up In Another World I Herd You In Tha Bathroom you Had To Call Your Girl +So I Called Webbie, Webbie She Was Fire Ha Body Had No Marks Like Some Brand New Tires +She Woke Up In My Arms I Took Her To Tha Mall I Spent A G On Her On Some Glasses And Showed Her How I Ball Girl You Can Have It All I Ain't Got No Wife Yea I Got A Baby Momma Let That +Go Aiight So What's The Deal For The Night We Fucking Or What I'm Still Have Wet Dreams Of Catching A Nut +She Make My Pressure Go Up When She Get On Top Of Me (Look Here) She Make A Nigga Skeet Then Go Fix Me Something To Eat +[Chorus:] +Now I'm Gone Keep It Real I Need Somebody To Feel My Pain And Really Know How To Treat Somebody I Need A Woman With A Mind +She Can Put It On My Mind Candle Light Dinner While We Drink Expensive Wine +She Ain't Gotta Be A Dime But Got To Be A Nine She +Ain't Got To Come Right Then But She Always Right On Time (Huh Bra) She Took That Ride To Tha Pin Every Sunday And Every Monday +Ya Commisery It Was Comin (Look) Now That's Yo Woman Them Other Hoes They Was Jockin On Them 24's Now You Can't Even Get A Letter +Ain't This World Cold Yo Girl Know When You Was Cheating You Can't Hide From Her +Plus She Care For Yo Child Like It Came Out Of Her +I'm Gone Tell You Like It Is They Got Some Real Womenn Who Ready To Settle Down Is You Ready Nigga...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Recipe for Murder[Verse 1] +Yeahhh +When it comes to beef, nigga I'm a five star chef +Look it's rules to this shit, I wrote me a cookbook +You can't stand the heat Hell up out the kitchen +For that ass get burnt or my fire start spitting +First off, every customer is different +You gotta cater to their needs and give them what they wishing for +For example someone act all wild +Then you microwave they shit and serve 'em right now +No time to think, fuck consequences +Just beef served up with the blood still drippin' +Keep the ingredients secret and kill anybody who peeped it +Alright now, Then you got custy's who calmly waiting +You got to marinate their shit and premeditate it +No need to rush just season them up +Put the flame on low and let them simmer real slow +Get them real comfortable, just chill +Then you serve 'em they last meal +Fillet Mignon, well done, was it soft motherfucker now you stiffed 'em they up +On special occasions I do delivery, but mostly I let them come to me +Cause I ain't going on my way chasin' down nobody, I got a bussines to run +But if I have to I'll be knocking on your door like the pizzaboy +Well hot deff on a platter, like seek and destroy +{Fuck y'all want man, I don't want beef with y'all niggas man }{Stupid ass motherfucker} +Chorus: +Recipe for Murder (16x) +Verse 2: +It only take a teaspoon full of heart to squeeze on a burner +And a cup full of karma sense to get a way with murder +(??)I'll do rats like the chainsaw burns like poppeye's (??) +I stuff your chicken while you gagged and tied +Make you watch and cry while I feed her that beef +Little to your knowledge she set up the whole thing +That's my baby, my little bit of sugar, I use her to rock on the sleep +Make them think shit sweet +Yeah they call me the iron cheff, I put the iron to your head +Remove all the wrinkels from your screwface betted in +Botox the bolax, I push in another clip and I keep bustin shots +Try to run get your wings fried, cook your insides with these copper top big boys out the .45 +Tell you grace for you dig in your own grave get in +My customer service number one in the business +That boy done stick a fork in him +Corners bring them doggybags too I'm finished +Bring them scraps to the mall, it's usually none lead +Every plate is scraped and food get ate +You fealing tired? +Yeah, that's that ice kicking in, when I put them niggas on that lead diet +This is, food for thought get your fucking jaw wider +Use a glutine for paint, I feed you to the lions +ChorusEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Problem Child[Verse 1] +That's the sound of the man, cockin’ that thang - that thaaaang +That's the sound of the man, clappin' that thang - thaaang +{verse1} Yo, in my hood we was taught not to say who shot ya +See the flash, you heard the shot, you feel the burnin’, I got ya +Say a prayer for me if you care for me cuz I'm on the edge +I'm finna put a shell in a nigga head +I rock a lot of ice, I dare you to scheme on it +The fifth got a rubber grip and a beam on it +Homie that took the hit on me couldn´t shoot +They say I'm skinny now, but I look big in the coupe-dee +My cuzin Uzi out in L.A. we trippin through the sets again +Got shot the fuck up tryin' to rob the wrong Mexicans +I write my lifestyle, y'all niggas is cheaters +Your lines come from feds, felons and don diva +Oh you the black hand of death, then why your name ain't preacher +If you a pimp like kid, why the hoes don't treat ya +If you wanna ball like Kirk, now shorty let me teach ya +This flow’s God sent, it’s bound to reach ya +[Hook] +Problem child, I'm familiar with problems +I know how to solve em +Semi-automatic, luger tray, revolve em +Shoot em up, rob em +In the hood we starvin, you don’t want problems +Problem child +[Bridge] +And why can't you be man enough +To tell me where you're comin' from +{Verse2} +They say you can never repay the price for takin’ a man's life +I'm in debt with Christ, I done did that twice +I'm nice, y'all niggas can't hang wit fifty ++Blaaat+, y'all niggas can't bang wit fifty +For evey bar in the rhyme, there's a shell and a nine +For every stone in the cross, there's a bitch I tossed +See the wounds in my skin they from a war of course +You can check C-N-N for the 'War Report' +See the drama got me ridin' with a sawed-off shottie +Catch you at the light, I blow ya ass off the Ducati +Man, niggas ain't gon' do me like Sammy did Gotti +I do it myself, I don't need no help +Give me a knife, I'll get rid of your neighborhood bully +Give me a minute, I'll take a fuckin' car with a pully +See the hood is the deepest stole my innocence young +Niggas jumped me cuz they couldn't beat me one-on-one +[Hook] +[Bridge] +{Verse 3} +I must've broke a mirror at three and had bad luck for seven +Cuz pops slid, mommy died before I turned eleven +This cities split 'posed to let black cats cross your path +The footprints in the sand is Satan carryin' your ass +I got 'God Understand Me' tattooed in my skin +When I die, come back, I'ma tattoo it again +I'm the young buck that let the gun buck +Roll the window down and say: whats up, niggas get ready to duck' +My heart is a house homie, fear don't live here +Nigga believe me when I say I don´t care +Muslims mix a lot, God studied they lessons +Even when my luck's hard I still count my blessings +See that look in my eye, ya betta keep on steppin' +Spent time on my cell floor, to sharpen my weapon +If you pussy I'ma smell you when you come around here +Them boys in Pelican Bay couldn't live in my tier +[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +The W[Verse 1: GZA] +I grew up around block parties ready to rock +Behind the rope nigga with my rhymes on cock +The verse shot first nigga who had shit to pop +A bad weather blow the feathers off a hundred flocks +With 70% goose, 30 ducked, get stuck +And each link in your chain is trucked +No ends in this rhyme cipher with nine snipers +Charge of the kiss from the Pied Piper +I live around DJ's, b-boys, MC's +Through rap never thinkin' +Airways+ are TVs +It was strictly all about magnificant rhyme clout ++Rec Room+, 2 dollars with the flyer as we would doubt +Now his wigs pushed back +Name scratched off the plaque, too wild to re-enact +(Yo) +[Hook x2: U-God] +Got to check out +The W+, got to check out-- +The W+ +Got to check out +The W+, got to check out-- +The W+ +[Verse 2: Method Man] +MC's have the right to remain silent +Everything you say can and will be used against y'all muh'fuckers +And Mef can only trust ya as far as I can see ya +Me need ya? That'll be the.. day, ya busta +It gets no rougher when, me and my comrades rush ya +Like red heat with hammers and sickles +I milk like ya baby mama's nipples, got issues +It's just us, so what's what if any can touch us +Then lord strike me down where I stand at now +Wit this bottle of Remy, gettin' fucked up child, listen +The most notable MC, ya source for hip hop quotable MC +Of course it's Tical! +[Hook] +[Verse 3: U-God] +The Princess, the Pope, incest, dope +Choke you by the throat, the chrome handle smoke +The man not for joke, we all out for broke +Plus the herbal that I tote, the murder that I wrote +You can't do me none, my Uzi weighs a ton +I'm comin' from the slum, Wu is number one +I stumbled on the drum, the Gods are troublesome ++Rumble+ when we come, boy you better +Run+, +Run+ +[Hook] +[Verse 4: Raekwon] +Aiyo, it's like this jumpin' out of golden whips +Flashin' mega bricks, outfits, rock ridiculous whips, bitch +Wavy hair, men of the year, bent in the stairs +Sick winter gear, been on position is where +Call him an Asiatic God-body, +Longevity+ +Slang rap, you get your whip wrapped +Swing through the hood calmly +Yo what up? Staten Island, Bush, George +Dust your shit off, whips spin off +Get off, slips, which, wiz +Mind di-tects mines, lines lick sick nines +Pick wines, lift up, bill a nigga six flies +Dip wide, dress my shit up, fuck six times, wish mine +Rub lamps, take thousand dollar crystalines +[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Party Over Here*NO LYRICS YET + +My Main Aim[Hook] x2 +To maintain, is my main aim +Step aside while I do my dang thang +I'm knowing that y'all can't hang +To the best what I'm doin' +Ain't nothin' 'bout to change man +[Verse 1] +I'm 'bout to school all these young cats, take 'em to church +They still rockin' the block, I move the universe +With a verse I murk any kid up on my turf +Like a lady in Maiti I'm shady and ready to burst +Hold up when you roll up +Don't you know the girl Lyte stay swole up? +Keep it glazed like a donut +Get 'em hard now - Pull they card now +Get 'em tore up from the floor up +I gave 'em something to remember me - +Should have been a friend of me +Elbows, I got you nursin' all your injuries +They want the best of me, to get next to me +Feel the realness - Then they want to question me +Where'd you get that flow from? +How long you been rappin' and like old men can I come - +On tour with ya? +Grab the mic hit the stage get raw with ya +'Till I drop on the floor with ya +[Hook] x2 +[Verse 2] +I'm much too quick for this +Your jealousy is like a sickness +I run my life like a business +This is the raw deal, no time for small meals +I want a copter to fly me to the lobster +Still workin' in the hood but I roll like a rockstar +And get respect like a Rasta +Nobody move, nobody get hurt +If you seein' my P.O.V. you understand my work +Is for the good but the skill still hot +I leave the spot shook so give it your best shot +I'm out, to make the best out of what I present +And you see me make a dollar out of 15 cent +I keeps the cash flow, and I stash it low +They on the other side thinkin' how the grass grow +So green, so lean, so fresh it's - +Nothin' left to know except I'm hot to death +[Hook] x2 +[Verse 3] +Never burn what I earn +Come smart with the chips floss hard in the whip +And most of these cats know I'm hard to get with +So before they get, going I'm'a make 'em all quit - And sit +And think about a strategy to get close to me +Cause right now you're just so-so to me +I keep it so bitter - So gully, so wizza +So on and on, know that Lyte's no quitter +Like that big bunny +I'm on a mission for the money +Years later and the haters still want me +Without a CD released Lyte's platinum in the streets +When they face the truth they can't compete +When I grace the booth I show my steeze +I got days of proof, it's about me +I keep it movin' like a locomotive +You want a challenge? Come on, let's toe-to-toe it +[Hook] x2 + +Halftime (Live)[Intro: Nas] +Nasty Nas in your area +About to cause mass hysteria +[Verse 1] +Before a blunt, I take out my fronts +Then I start to front; matter of fact, I be on a manhunt +You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer +That's like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever +King poetic; too much flavor, I'm major +Atlanta ain't Brave-r, I'll pull a number, like a pager +‘Cause I'm an ace when I face the bass +40-side is the place that is giving me grace +Now wait, another dose and you might be dead +And I'm a Nike-head, I wear chains that excite the Feds +And ain't a damn thing gonna change +I'm a performer, strange +So the mic warmer was born to gain +Nas, why did you do it? You know +You got the mad-phat fluid when you rhyme; it's halftime +[Chorus: Nas] +Halftime +Halftime +Halftime +Yeah, yeah +[Verse 2] +It's like that, you know it's like that +I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back +When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back +So I react never calmly on a hype track +I set it off with my own rhyme +‘Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time +I'm max like, I flex like sex +In your stereo sets, Nas'll catch wreck +I used to hustle; now all I do is relax and strive +When I was young I was a fan of the Jackson 5 +I drop jewels, wear jewels, hope to never run it +With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach +Nasty Nas has to rise, ‘cause I'm wise +This is exercise 'til the microphone dies +Back in '83 I was an MC sparkin' +But I was too scared to grab the mics in the parks, and +Kick my little raps ‘cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand +And now in every jam I'm the fuckin' man +I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave ships +I used to watch "CHiPs", now I load Glock clips +I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic +Rest in peace Mr. Magic, tragic +I'm an intellectual +And that's no question, yo +These are the lyrics of the man +You can't near it, understand? +‘Cause in the streets I'm well-known, like the number man +Am I in place with the bass and all that? +Explore rap and tell me, "Nas ain't all that." +And next time I rhyme, I be foul +Whenever I freestyle I see trial, niggas say I'm wild +I hate a rhyme-biter's rhyme +Stay tuned, I assume; the real rap comes at halftime +[Chorus: Nas] +Check check, it's halftime +Looking at my Rollie, it's that time, oh +Yeah, that's [?] over there +But some of y'all know +[Verse 3] +I got it going on, even flip a morning song +Every afternoon, I kick half the tune +And in the darkness, I'm heartless, like when the NARC's hit +Word to Marcus Garvey; I hardly sparked it +‘Cause when I blast the herb, that's my word +I be slayin' them fast, doing this that and the third +But chill, pass the Andre, and let's slay +I bag ladies up at, and hit a matinee +Putting hits on 5-0 +‘Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God with the .44 +And biters can't come near +And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot Garcia +I won't plant seeds +Don't need an extra mouth I can't feed +That's extra Phillie change, more cash for damp weed +This goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten +Brooklyn and Queens is living fat, and +The Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout +Ill Will, rest in peace! We was out +[Chorus: Nas] +Halftime +Whole up, looking at my Rollie, it's that time, oh +Half—half—it's halftime +Yeah, check, hey yo, it's halftime +Not even half of this show though +Not even half, yeah +Halftime, yeah +Halftime, yeah +Halftime +[Spoken: Nas] +Y'all alright over here? Over here? Over here? Up there?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Do It / Push[Intro: Cappadonna] +Six years in the game, nigga, I ain't changed a bit +Get with is, get up, yeah, come on +Do it, club drinkin' tonight, push, yeah +[Verse 1: Cappadonna] +My whole quick off the hook, catch us live at a theater +Chicks start doin' they thing, you gotta hear us +We always in effect, man, police don't scare us +We smoke weed in the clubs, drinkin' a little beer-a +Post up love, honeys in the mirror +Turn the mics up so they can hear a little clearer +Real niggas and fly honies is in the area +Vibe with me, come on, stride with me +And when you start feelin' this shit, just slide with me +Lay back on this, come on, glide with me +[Chorus: Cappadonna] +Do it, push +Do it, do it, do it +[Verse 2: Cappadonna] +Aiyo, whose the illest rappers, I don't really give a shit +All I wanna hear is one of ya'll niggas spit +We at the livest event, and to get in this bitch +Some niggas pay 20 cent, man, make it happen +Come on, all of ya'll niggas on the left start clappin' +All of ya'll honey's on the right start clappin' +All in together now, get ready for the rappin' (come on, do it..) +Me and my click came over for some action +Sippin' on Hen dog, everybody maxin' +Next thing you know, these niggas start yappin' +Heads was gettin' flown, jaws started crackin' +But then shit calm down, everything was chill +Stupid muthafuckas wanna test our skill +Ok, back to the beat, now, how it feel? +[Chorus: Cappadonna] +Do it, push +Do it, do it, do it +[Verse 3: Cappadonna] +Ladies love how it's goin' down +Cuz we always show 'em love, everytime that we come around +And niggas like how we doin' shit +It's just a couple muthafuckas wanna ruin the shit +You little thugs can't wait for the tunes to hit +Niggas is wildin' out, racoons'll spit +We at the spot where the willies at, spendin' their chips +And them ghetto glamorous chicks be swingin' they hips +Niggas best to believe, we like it just like that +All love in the fiesta, no kinds of crack +Everybody is fancy, see the jewels is fat +Come on ya'll, fuck with this, nigga, where you at? +[Chorus: Cappadonna] +Do it, push +Do it, do it, do it +Do it, push +Do it, do it, do itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Round Here[50 Cent] +It ain't good to good in front of niggas in the hood, right +It ain't good to good in front of niggas in the hood, right +Everybody know that +[Verse 1] +Doin' good in front of niggas in the hood cause problems +Trey-eights, trey-pounds and .44's solve 'em +I hate when hoes get on some loudmouth shit +Your man gangsta? Me too +Go on and get 'em bitch +I just bought new toast to spit +Next nigga gettin gully gettin' laid out quick +Where ever ribs is touchin' niggas is gettin hurt +Cause a broke nigga always down to put it in work +Don't run up on me, I don't know you nigga +So what you bought my cd, I don't owe you nigga +I know you love the way the Gally beat bump +Got you license plate rattlin' all over your trunk +I confuse these chumps with my style, dog +I'm from Queens but I'm mother fuckin BK hard +I sound like I move bricks uptown +Or like a thug from the Bronx who stays with a 4-pound +Shook nigga (shook nigga, shook nigga) +I'm a Guiness Book nigga +[Hook 2x] +We don't play that pussy shit 'round here +You can get your fuckin wig split down here +Don't be reppin' where you come from too much around here +You can get your fuckin cap filt +Queens, nigga! +Brooklyn +[Verse 2] +If I can't get my gun in the club, why whould I come in the club? +So niggas I done stuck up could cut me he fuck up, nah +I'm outside to jump off in a Benz jeep +4 deep strapped with all kinds of heat +Niggas think they want beef +They don't want beef +They find out that somebody they love (is) layin' in the street +When you rap, you keep it gangsta dog it's all good +Just don't go poppin that shit in the wrong hood +Where I'm from the young boy'll come and try ya nigga +Shell will make ya feel like your on fire nigga +If you thinkin we thirsty cuz, we right +We lookin at your watch and chain like that's an S-type +Promoter sayin "don't play 50 in the club" +Last time it came nigga tore the shyt up (what) +I don't where you from and I don't care +But nigga we don't play that pussy shit round here +[Hook 2x] +The only Spanish I know is "coño, cállate la boca puta", +"no inglés, no inglés" motherfuckers will shoot ya' +The Latin Kings don't like me, I don't care +We don't talk that "mira, mira" bullshit around here +Man, I done did so much dirt in the hood +Niggas heard I got shot they was all sayin 'good'. ("Good for him") +Fuck ya'll, ya' ain't got to like me +I get knocked, ya'll nigga ain't got to write me +I'm on the same bullshit I been on +It's the same bullshit ya' niggas need to get on +Y'all shit sound too commercial +Come cruisin' through the hood mother fuckers will hurt you +You should know when and when not to flash jewels +Cause niggas will run up on y'all fools and flash you +They want your money, the watch, and you tennis shoes +"I ain't gotta tell ya not to move +Ya know the rules!" +[Hook 1x]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Kake Time[Intro] +Weezy +Stuntin' on these hoes +Lets get it Po' +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Fuck these hoes +I call 'em chicken coop +Love these hoes +Tell 'em not to do +Gotta bag full of money +Call that money bag +My bitch on a leash +Call her doggy rag +The polls closin' +Get your vote in +I fuck her with a bag +Call that ba-ggin' +Uh, call that ba-ggin' (Yeah) +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Kake Time bitch +I eat it all +Put the icing +On my balls +Yeah, weezy +Kake time bitch +Fuck a bitch nigga +She fucked that bitch nigga +And got AIDS +[Verse 2 : Lil Wayne] +Its my birthday +Thanks for listening to the song2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +16 Lines[Intro] +16 lines- +Of blow and I'm fine +You're wastin' your time, wastin' your time +Please don't cry +[Chorus] +16 lines of blow and I'm fine +Break my bones, but act as my spine +I wonder who you'll fuck when I die +And if I tried to call, would you cry? +Please don't cry, you're wastin' your time +16 lines will make me feel fine +10 years ago I went blind +I been on my own since age nine +16 lines of blow and I'm fine +Break my bones, but act as my spine +I wonder who you'll fuck when I die +And if I tried to call, would you cry? +Please don't cry, you're wastin' your time +16 lines will make me feel fine +10 years ago I went blind +I been on my own since age nine +[Verse] +I been on my own for two nights +I been in my zone, I've been high +Now she wonder why do I lie +I can't tell my wrongs from my rights +[Bridge] +Is anybody out there? (Is anybody out there?) +Can anybody hear me? (Can anybody hear me?) +I hate it when you fake care (I hate it when you fake care) +Girl, I know you hear me (Girl, I know you hear me) +Is anybody out there? (Is anybody out there?) +Can anybody hear me? (Can anybody hear me?) +I hate it when you fake care (Fake care) +Girl, I know you hear me (Hear me) +[Chorus] +16 lines of blow and I'm fine +Break my bones, but act as my spine +I wonder who you'll fuck when I die +And if I tried to call, would you cry? +Please don't cry, you're wastin' your time +16 lines will make me feel fine +10 years ago I went blind +I been on my own since age nine +[Outro] +Is anybody out there? (Is anybody out there?) +Can anybody hear me? (Can anybody hear me?) +I hate it when you fake care (I hate it when you fake care) +Girl, I know you hear me (Hear me)99EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +​hate my life[Verse: Lil Peep] +All alone, I had no one on my own +Now I'm on my phone, smoking dope +And I hate my fucking life, ayy, ayy +All alone, I had no one on my own +Now I'm on my phone, smoking dope +And I hate my fucking life26EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +The Roc in Here[Intro] +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Uh huh, the Roc in here (yeah) +It's ya boy Kanye To The +Listen up man +[Verse] +I got girls in my room like hostages +Giving me neck like ostriches +Give some play to the real Kanye +'Cause we all know who the imposters is +All my gangsters, mob to this +And all my strippers, do your job to this +Hell no, I can't give you my cell phone +But you know where the hotel lobby is +For ya'll the same girls wouldn't give me no ass +Now I done highly surpassed my whole upper class +Bet if I meet her now I can fuck her fast, I pass +I be on some new shit +I wouldn't fuck none of the girls I went to school with +Fuck around, I ain't be on no cool shit +Like you don't see the models that me and my crew get +You don't see the frivolous jewels I bought with The Blueprint +She said "Whoa! Kanye don't get caught up in the hype +Ain't no telling they gon' love you after the night" +Well, if tonight's the night, pop bottles, fuck models +Spend money till you're broke my, nigga, live your life +'Cause I'm living international nigga American dream +And all my dawgs living vicariously through me +So if I get head from Trin', that one for the team +Fuck 702, that one for the crew +My dawg Hip Hop really love Claudette +So if I ever get to smash, this fuck's for you +I can barely drive the G5 down King Drive +Just like the Brinks trucks, they know it's money inside +[Outro] +Uh huh, (uh huh) +The Roc in here + +Drowning[Intro: DJ Drama & Yaj] +A Dedication +Rest in peace Fredo Santana +Say that she used to be a lifeguard +Say that she [?] drown +[Chorus: Yaj] +Huh, huh, so much fake love, I've been drowning, drowning +Pop me a perc, in my zone, and it's timeless, timeless +I've been so hot, tell a nigga come find me +Been at the bottom, look down, and I bet you gon' see diamonds +Huh, huh, so much fake love, I've been drowning, drowning +Pop me a perc, in my zone, and it's timeless, timeless +I've been so hot, tell a nigga come find me +Been at the bottom, look down, and I bet you gon' see diamonds +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Don't ask me for shit but this blunt or this dick +Fake love in the air, love bugs turn to ticks +That's more than enough, Pink Floyd in the cup +Brrrrrp, I always pick up, 'less she callin' my bluffs +Smell it, like it, buy it, light it, hit it +Mix it with some molly now we gettin' scientific +Bought another house just to put more pots to piss in +Bitches got they hands out +I shake it like we just did business, this just business, wait +Oh my God, I'm drowning in her kidneys, she like +(Oooooohhh) I just listen +And the higher notes she hit it, I know I sound like a grizzly +And the cocaine look like crystals, that's that white girl, call her Chrissy +Hol' up, listen, see, you fuck it all up, you put that wall up +You feelin' yourself, but I can't hate, 'cause you got that soft touch +Okay, you standin' in rain and driftin' it +You lookin' for change but penny pinch +You swallow your pride, I'm sippin' it +You drown in your tears, I swim in 'em, 6 shit +[Chorus: Yaj] +Huh, huh, so much fake love, I've been drowning, drowning +Pop me a perc, in my zone, and it's timeless, timeless +I've been so hot, tell a nigga come find me +Been at the bottom, look down, and I bet you gon' see diamonds +Huh, huh, so much fake love, I've been drowning, drowning +Pop me a perc, in my zone, and it's timeless, timeless +I've been so hot, tell a nigga come find me +Been at the bottom, look down, and I bet you gon' see diamonds +[Verse 2: PoppyH] +I'm off the codeine refill my cup +Robotic coupe while I'm pullin' up +Was feelin' down so I spiked my cup +Was in need of you so I hit you up +Hollywood, I'm in a loft +Catchin' plays, Randy Moss +Bag 'em up, ship 'em off +Fuck the law, what's the cost? +Please don't be freaks on me, ooh get the snakes on me +Been "What's the cost?" Get 'em in, get 'em off +Pop a perc I take off +Got a bitch [?], then she claim she from Mars +That bitch a liar, though +Say she a rider, bro +Say that she also a model, bro +Say that she used to be a lifeguard, savin' you +You don't see me drownin' hoe +[Verse 3: Marley G] +Marley don't shoot 'em, but I still keep a chopper on me +Trap in silence, if they want you know that I'm a-(ooh) +Niggas hatin', debatin', don't wanna see me prosper +My flow is ill as fuck, niggas better call a doctor +Over when the fat lady sing done sing like an opera +Back in the G, I was flippin', runnin' through the projects +In the backyard with Tune ballin' in a pair of Balmain's +Last time I bought my bitches, I swear I love 'em all, mane +I be high as fuck, I be fly as fuck +My bitches is nasty, fuckin' her from the back, she callin' me daddy +With two in Miami, all for the family, do it for granny +I go with my move, nothin' to prove +Droppin' Choos, wearin' jewels +Couple thou' on the shoes +Shawty wet like a pool +Bitches see me and they drool +We don't [?] +YM, never lose +It's my time, no snooze +It's my time, no snooze +YM, never lose, yeah +[Chorus: Yaj] +Huh, huh, so much fake love, I've been drowning, drowning +Pop me a perc, in my zone, and it's timeless, timeless +I've been so hot, tell a nigga come find me +Been at the bottom, look down, and I bet you gon' see diamonds +Huh, huh, so much fake love, I've been drowning, drowning +Pop me a perc, in my zone, and it's timeless, timeless +I've been so hot, tell a nigga come find me +Been at the bottom, look down, and I bet you gon' see diamonds +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +The craziest place I've ever seen a Lil Wayne tattoo on someone is... you ready? So, I'm 'bout to explain it, um... inside the lips of their pussy. Um, that's just the craziest place. So like, even when you see the pussy, she can show any man her pussy, he won't see it. She has to literally open her pussy up for you to see the name. Shout out- shout my homegirl, that's my homegirl, one time for her. I love you, girl. What's the craziest place I haven't seen a Lil Wayne tattoo is when people come up to me and say "You know I got your name on me, but, like, I can't show you right now 'cause I'm in work," or, "I can't show you right now 'cause," whatever. You ain't got my fuckin' name on you, shut the fuck up1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Racks In[Chorus] +Bought me a fishing rod so I can reel that bag in +I remember back when I ain't have shit +Plug on the way, he say them bags in +Still in the hood gettin' them racks in +Bought me a fishing rod so I can reel that bag in +I remember back when I ain't have shit +Plug on the way, he say them bags in +Still in the hood gettin' them racks in +[Verse 1] +I should sign to Slaughter Gang 'cause I'm a savage +Word on the street Lil Baby havin' +I done fucked a thousand bitches out in Magic +These niggas broke, they pockets flat, that shit embarrassing +I just copped a new coupe, yeah the fast one +These niggas happy 'cause they finally fucked my last bitch +But I'm the one that told you she was nasty +Me and money havin' sex, we should get married +[Chorus] +Bought me a fishing rod so I can reel that bag in +I remember back when I ain't have shit +Plug on the way, he say them bags in +Still in the hood gettin' them racks in +Bought me a fishing rod so I can reel that bag in +I remember back when I ain't have shit +Plug on the way, he say them bags in +Still in the hood gettin' them racks in +[Verse 2] +I been on my grind, that's why I'm loaded +I'm like Luda in his prime, I got them bows in +Condo at the top, I don't let hoes in +Medusa in the section, got them holes in it +I'ma take her down and let the bro hit it +Niggas talkin' crazy, that's that ho shit +All my hoes own shit, all your hoes rent +Drive so many foreign cars they thought it was rented +[Chorus] +Bought me a fishing rod so I can reel that bag in +I remember back when I ain't have shit +Plug on the way, he say them bags in +Still in the hood gettin' them racks in +Bought me a fishing rod so I can reel that bag in +I remember back when I ain't have shit +Plug on the way, he say them bags in +Still in the hood gettin' them racks in +[Interlude] +I just copped a new coupe, yeah the fast one +These niggas happy 'cause they finally fucked my last bitch +But I'm the one that told you she was nasty +Me and money havin' sex, we should get married +[Chorus] +Bought me a fishing rod so I can reel that bag in +I remember back when I ain't have shit +Plug on the way, he say them bags in +Still in the hood gettin' them racks in +[Outro] +I got them racks in, yeah +I got them racks in, yeah +I got them racks in, yeah +I got them packs in, yeah +I got them packs in, yeah +I got them racks in, yeah +I got them racks in, yeah +I got them packs in, yeah1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +5 Minute Beats 1 Take Raps[Verse One] +Five minute beats, one take raps +No false stories of my gunplay stats +Drugs sit beside me, blunts stay fat +Hand-craft the music, rhymes stay acoustic +Pies and Thighs on my mind all the time, roll the lime +Fuck rap I was class with my bus pass +Early nineties Tom Selleck with the moustache +Your eyes are blind to the diamond in the rough +Needle in the hay, charismatic character, far from amateur +Spider senses so I'm scanning the parameter +Straight from scrubs so my uncle is a janitor +Love my Mother, hate a motherfucker, hate a piece o' shit, hate a cocksucker +Stand beside me motherfucker you're my brother +Came from different pussies but we share the same supper +[Hook] +Five minute beats, one take raps +No false stories of my gunplay stats +Drugs sit beside me, blunts stay fat +Blunts stay fat, blunts stay fat +[Verse Two] +West Palm Beach betting on a dog race +Bitch with me big titties and a small waist +Pistol noise, shiftin' in a Hitler toy +Kick shit, young Ruud van Nistelrooy +Eating brisket, chilling at the bris +Knuckles like I punch walls metal in the fist +Smoking seven kinds of pepper and shit +Veteran shit, give Melissa Etheridge a dick +Stroke pussy like a cat lover +My kids are mixed that means they got a black Mother +And their Father's a G +Strictly Oolong on the tea, the shirt straight from '93, man with the ski +Peace to lo-lives Brooklyn, smart crew Queens +Sharp tooth fiends in the chartreuse jeans +Old Girbaud shit, pockets in the front +Waist 33, odd sizes out of Marshalls +[Hook] +Five minute beats, one take raps +No false stories of my gunplay stats +Drugs sit beside me, blunts stay fat +Blunts stay fat, blunts stay fat +Kid, Queens shit, Blue Chips shitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Southside[Intro] +Southside on the track, yeah +Southside +Southside +Yeah +[Chorus] +I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside +(Southside) +Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside +(Southside) +Shout out Deezy and them loc's who crippin' on the Southside +(Southside) +I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside (yeah) +Yeah, I'm sellin' coke for real +I put the "d" in dope for real +Saint Laurent on my coat for real +That Draco, that Draco (Draco) +I'm with Derez in Clayco (Clayco) +Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one +We had them bands in the neighborhood (neighborhood) +[Verse 1] +Temp fade, new J's (new J's) +All day, catch plays (plays) +White tee, dope boy (work) +Move that dope, boy (dope boy) +Trappin' out a bando (bando) +Servin' out a window (window) +Tryna run our mills up (M's up) +That's what we pay the rent for (M's) +Fuck it up in the Gucci store, them M's in (M's in) +Bad bitch lookin' like Bernice, I call her Slim Jim (Slim Jim) +I just want push start on my car +Shoutout the hood, they know I'm a god +They know what we bang wherever we are +I just took these cuts on stage +Look at these VVS' in my chain +I'm doing better, I can't even complain (nah) +Bought it plain, then I blew out the brain (brain) +Birkin bag, make the bitch go insane ('sane) +With the gang, I ain't switchin' the name (name) +Paper tag, got me switchin' these lanes (lane) +Do anything to get me some chains +These niggas be fuckin' for fame (fame) +[Chorus] +I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside +(Southside) +Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside +(Southside) +Shout out Deezy and them loc's who crippin' on the Southside +(Southside) +I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside (yeah) +Yeah, I'm sellin' coke for real +I put the "d" in dope for real +Saint Laurent on my coat for real +That Draco, that Draco +I'm with Derez in Clayco +Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one +We had them bands in the neighborhood +[Verse 2] +I'm doing shit that they wishing they could (yeah) +I'm the frontrunner, burning right through the hood (yeah) +They hated on me, but it's still all good (yah) +Draco on me, and it's still all wood (yah) +I'm on probation, they let off a fool +They on my drip, tryna see what I do +They takin' notes, tryna study my moves +They tryna do what I do (what you doin'?) +All-Star weekend, I was gettin' the pack in +Heard you got your shit took, nigga you lackin' +Big body Benz "beep, beep" when it back in +Real street niggas buyin' bags with the backends +These niggas ain't authentic, they actin' +And I ain't get to the money, they cappin' +What happened? (huh?) +I thought you was a real one? (nah, nah) +Solitary stones in my ear, these the clear ones (clear) +These diamonds dancin' too loud in my ear, so I don't hear them (hear them) +My homie got the stick, I got the glizzy +We don't fear them (nah) +These niggas don't wanna play with us +I swear that we gon' kill them (fa) +[Chrous] +I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside +Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside +Shout out Deezy and them loc's who crippin' on the Southside +I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside +Yeah, I'm sellin' coke for real +I put the "d" in dope for real +Saint Laurent on my coat for real +That Draco, that Draco +I'm with Derez in Clayco +Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one +We had them bands in the neighborhood +[Outro] +Yeah, on Southside +We on Southside7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Biggie Smalls Got That Hype Shit[Sampled] +"Well, who is 'Biggie Smalls'?" +[Intro] +Notorious Biggie Smalls in full effect +Got my DJ Fifty Grand in the house, you know what I'm saying +I'ma nice long rhyme on this funky track +You know how we get down, yo +[Verse 1] +Shake your head and say damn (yeah!) +When the words from Big-man +Explode like an ash-can +While DJ Fifty Grand +Kick beats like Van Damme +That fighting ass nigga? +Introducing the supreme Bigga, nigga! +Yes, it's the B +I break with the bonus +Bumrush bums and bitch-ass opponents +Bucks plug out ya brain +Break your back bone +Send ya back home +Back to the wack zone +Try to underrate the heavy weight +But when I dominate, you couldn’t wait to play me on your tape +Press rewind, maybe two times or three times +Here to rhyme, to blind your mind like Moonshine +Biggie Smalls got bitches in Brazil, boy +Use a rubber if the bitch is on the pill, boy +The complete opposite of a kill-joy +Stick-ups, shoot-outs, hustling, I get ill, boy +Niggas run up, they say "Big, I wanna battle ya! +I think I could burn ya!" from where, Attica? +Look at you, you're shaking like a pair of dice! +And when I rip ya, rob ya, roast ya then you'll say I'm trice! +Man, don't try to gas me or juice me +Smoke you like a loosie +I pack a MAC, you pack a deuce-deuce, G +So press up +Before you messed up +That's your best luck +The kinda sort, run you over in the 4 by 4 +And the tag on your toe will read Derelict +Pass the blunt, I take a hit +Pass the drink, I take a sip +Pass the skins, I take a dip +Pass my loot, before I flip +Man, brother, man, brother man! +I thought you knew the pedigree of the B.I.G +Cut emcees like lumberjacks cutting trees +Rip microphones like Freddy rip kids +Like car rigs do bids +My burner's always there +To the back, to the side, to the front +Smoke a blunt, break ya like Ivana broke Trump +You little young chump +Yeah, reach for your gun +Make sure you get done +Be a ghost like Michael Landon +And the rhyme keeps flowing +Like the rabbit with the drum, I keep going and going +And showing MC's how to flow, yo +I smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo +"Be slow bro! +Slow down before you get slowed down, quick!" +Which burner you wanna get hit with, pick! +I'm the wrong nigga to be fucking with +So sit back and admit, Biggie Smalls got that hype shit! +[Chorus] +Biggie got the hype shit! +He got the hype shit! +Biggie got the hype shit! +He got the hype shit! +Biggie got the hype shit! +He got the hype shit! +Biggie got the hype shit! +He got the hype shit! +[Verse 2] +Lyric enhancement is a must +That's why I bust +Dope raps like a burner bust caps +I'm used to making tracks +That's why my rap sounds like that +I get my props and all my pats on the back +B-I, double G-I-E Smalls +Who the nigga in the place? Watch him fall +Check all the pockets for some loot +Take the girl, knock the boots +If she's cute, I'm the pimp, she's the prostitute +Hey! Sippin' on the heineken +Ain't a rapper finer than +The B.I.G and Fifty Grand +Suckers better try again +Before you get lifted and twisted +You better smoke a spliff, kid I'm gifted +Fill it to the tip, with the dope shit +Nigga, fifty-shot clip to my hip +Skip to my lou, special shout-outs to my crew +Fifty Grand and the OGB flucture through +I'm dynamite, out of sight on the mic +Three and two, Frank got ya sleeping with the night light +So wake up and smell the coffee +You're nothing but a softie +Rappers screaming "Biggie, get off me!" +Don't have me go off, G +Cause I'm just lukewarm +And I'm not the type to toot my own horn +But uh, toot toot! +I take my timbo boots +And just lose it +You fucking piece of bowel movement! +My tec got a long clip +Biggie Smalls got the hype shit! +[Chorus] +Biggie got the hype shit! +He got the hype shit! +Biggie got the hype shit! +He got the hype shit! +Biggie got the hype shit! +He got the hype shit! +Biggie got the hype shit! +He got the hype shit! +[Outro] +Yo, special shout outs to Junior M.A.F.I.A, y'all know what time it is +My man Fifty Grand, and his man +Ayo, my man Big O in the house, you know what I'm sayin' +Recognize the pedi', that OGB in full effect +I'm outEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +​​girls[Intro: Lil Peep] +Girls +Girls, make me drink +Girls, make me think +Girls, like it on my dick +Now girls, girls, uh +Girl (Yeah) +Beat Fiends +[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +Girls +Girls, make me drink +Girls, make me think +Girls, like it on my dick +Now girls +They try to get me mad +I try to make them sad +So they fall in love with me, yeah, girls +I can read 'em like a book +Couple minutes that it took just to get her in my room +Goddamn, she said I'm the man +Girl, I'm still a kid gettin' money like your dad +Aw, girl, uh, uh +Girl, uh, uh +Girl, uh (Uh) +Yeah, ayy +Girls +Girls, make me drink +Girls, make me think +Girls, like it on my dick +Now girls +They try to get me mad +I try to make them sad +So they fall in love with me, yeah, girls +I can read 'em like a book +Couple minutes that it took just to get her in my room +Goddamn, she said I'm the man +Girl, I'm still a kid gettin' money like your dad +Aw, girl, uh, uh +Girl, uh, uh (Aw) +Gir-ir-ir-ir-ir-il, ouh, yeah +Girl +[Verse 2: Horse Head] +From the top +I'm not gonna worry about last night again +You just wanna see me fall again +That's alright, I know you'll be back again for the last time +You know my pain and you know my life +You are the dark and you are the light +I steal the look when you're not with me +I wrote the book on feeling empty +Why did I ever take a chance on you? +I made you feel empty like the drugs that you do +You told me that you love me, that's not easy to do +But girl, don't tell me that you love me if you're just gonna leave +Don't tell me that you love me, it means nothing to me +No, no +[Outro] +Beat Fiends58EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Hips[Verse 1] +Yo, yo, the average man couldn't last that long +She like to work out, run marathons +She wear tight skirts with no panties on +She's a six foot one bronze Amazon +Say it, complaining all the good men is gone +I'm from Babylon, she reads the Qur'an +Visits all the jails and the nail salons +Rock Coco Chanel, her smell was strong +With skin like velvet she rocked my bed +Buffed my helmet, sipping Long Island Red +She spread eagle at the tip of the bed +I rubbed on her legs this is what I said +[Chorus] +That's how I like my chicks, heavy on the hips +Jump up, bounce with me, what's up honey dip +That's how I like my chicks, heavy on the hips +Jump up, bounce with me, come up over here +[Verse 2] +She's a thing of beauty, she's so mean +Heavy in them jeans, every man's dream +As real as it may seem I approach you with calm speech +I'm form New York, honey from Long Beach +She's intelligent, the President's arm piece +But that's irrelevant, I'm in like Flint +She nicknamed her breastesses the Wonder Twins +She went to the exorcist it's under skin +She loved grown men, she loved the thrills +She jumped out the Benz with the buns of steel +She's the trend setter on the cover of Maxim +Secluded in the cabin in the hills of Aspen +Life's always boring, she needed some action +She had passion with Louis Vuitton hand bags +She didn't like the chronic but she loved my swag +She loved giving head when she's on the rag +[Chorus] +That's how I like my chicks, heavy on the hips +Jump up, bounce with me, what's up honey dip +That's how I like my chicks, heavy on the hips +Jump up, bounce with me, come up over here +[Hook] +She did her dip, almost broke my hip +That girl, she was, getting down +Told her to go home, told her to leave me alone +Look at that girl, she kept, getting down, down, down +[Chorus] +That's how I like my chicks, heavy on the hips +Jump up, bounce with me, what's up honey dip +That's how I like my chicks, heavy on the hips +Jump up, bounce with me, come up over hereEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Crack Music[Produced by Kanye West & Jon Brion] +[Chorus: Kanye West, The Game, & Choir] +That's that crack music, nigga +That real Black music, nigga +La la la la la la la la +La la la, la la la +That's that crack music, nigga +That real Black music, nigga +La la la la la la la la +La la la, la la la +[Verse 1: Kanye West] +How we stop the Black Panthers? +Ronald Reagan cooked up an answer +You hear that? What Gil Scott was hearin' +When our heroes or heroines got hooked on heroin +Crack raised the murder rate in D.C. and Maryland +We invested in that, it's like we got Merrill lynched +And we been hangin' from the same tree ever since +Sometimes I feel the music is the only medicine +So we, cook it, cut it, measure it, bag it +Sell it, the fiends cop it, nowadays they can't tell if +That's that good shit, we ain't sure man +Put the CD on your tongue—yeah, that's pure, man +[Chorus: Kanye West, The Game, & Choir] +That's that crack music, nigga +That real Black music, nigga +La la la la la la la la +La la la, la la la +That's that crack music, nigga +That real Black music, nigga +La la la la la la la la +La la la, la la la +[Verse 2: Kanye West] +From the place where the fathers gone +The mothers is hardly home +And the maricons lock us up in the Audy Home +How the Mexicans say? "We just tryin' to party, holmes" +They wanna pack us all in a box like styrofoam +Who gave Saddam anthrax? +George Bush got the answers +Back in the hood, it's a different type of chemical +Arm & Hammer baking soda, raised they whole quota +Right when our soldiers, ran for the stove 'cause... +Dreams of being Hova +Went from bein' a broke man to bein' a dopeman +To bein' the president—look, there's hope, man! +This that inspiration for the Moes and the Folks, man +Shorty come and see his momma straight overdosin' +And this is the soundtrack +This the type of music that you make when you 'round that +[Chorus: Kanye West, The Game, & Choir] +Crack music, nigga +That real Black music, nigga +La la la la la la la la +La la la, la la la +That's that crack music, nigga +That real Black music, nigga +La la la la la la la la +La la la, la la la +[Break: Kanye West] +God, how could you let this happen? +[Interlude: Choir] +La la la la la la la +La la la la la la la +La la la +La la la +La la la la la la la +La la la la la la la +La la la +La la la +[Chorus: Kanye West, The Game, & Choir] +Ugh, that's that crack music, crack music +That real Black music, Black music +La la la la la la la la +La la la, la la la +That's that crack music, nigga +That real Black music, nigga +La la la la la la la +La la la la la la la +La la la la la la la +La la la la la la la +La la la la la la la +La la la la la la la +Ugh, that's that crack music, crack music +That real Black music, Black music +La la la la la la la la +La la la, la la la +[Outro: Malik Yusef] +Our Father, give us this day, our daily bread +Before the feds give us these days and take our daily bread +See, I done did all this ol' bullshit +And to atone, I throw a lil' somethin'-somethin' on the pulpit +We took that shit, measured it, and then cooked that shit +And what we gave back was crack music +And now, we ooze it through they nooks and crannies +So our mamas ain't got to be they cooks and nannies +And we gon' repo everything they ever took from granny +Now, the former slaves trade hooks for Grammys +This dark diction has become America's addiction +Those who ain't even Black use it +We gon' keep baggin' up this here crack music + +The What (Unreleased Version)[Verse 1] +[B.I.G.] +All it's takin' +Is some marijuana and I'm makin' +MC's break fast like flapjacks and bacon +Back spins to windmills. Who's still the gin drinker? +Ill thinker explodin' when the paper hits the ink +Grab your gangster chronicles and turn to page 6-6-6- +The holocaust, BIG the merciless +Hurry up and close the gate when my freestyle escapes +I'm giving young minds statutory rape +Mothafuckers thought I slip bust my lip, right? +You didn't know the extra clip's on my hip +You don't want none of me N-O-N-A-M-E-(T-H-O-D Man) +Don't tempt me, you don't wanna fuck with M-E +[Method Man] +Here I am, I'll be damned if this ain't some shit +Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit +It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet black ninja +Comin' where you rest at, surrender +Step inside the ring, youse the number one contender +Lookin' cold booty like your pussy in December +Nigga stop bitchin', button up ya lip and +From Method all you gettin' is a can of ass-whippin' +Hey, I'll be kickin', you son, you doin' all the yappin' +Actin as if it can't happen +You front and got me mad enough to touch somethin' +Yo I'm from Shaolin, Island, and ain't afraid to bust somethin' +So what cha' want nigga, ya won't nigga +I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger +It's real, ninety-four, rugged raw +Kickin' down your god damn door (and it goes a lil' somethin' like this) +[Chorus: Method Man & Biggie] +Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit +And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it +(Honeys shake your hips), ya don't stop +(And niggas pack the clips), keep on[Verse 2] +[Method Man] +Verse two, comin' with that Olde E brew +Meth-tical, puttin' niggas back in I.C.U +I'm lifted true, you can bring your wack-ass crew +I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue, huh +No question, I be comin' down and shit +Yo I gets rugged as a motherfuckin' carpet get +And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental +I spark and they cells get warm +I'm not a gentle, man, I'm a Method, Man! +Baby accept it, utmost respect it and +(Assume the position) Stop look and listen +I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens +Bitch +[B.I.G.] +Welcome to my center +Honeys feel it deep in they placenta +Cold as the pole in the winter +Ricochet off the vertebrae then splat where your heart be at +Now starts the cardiac arrest Where's your vest? +You forgot now you slowly drop cuz your heart stopped +Beaten, your bitch-ass crew is retreatin +Niggas left you, fucked up passed out with your ass out +Pockets ran through stripped with your brains bashed out +Niggas wanna do me slugs just run through me +Like trees to branches +Cliffs to avalanches +It's the praying mantis +Deep like the mind of Farrakhan +A motherfuckin' rap phenomenon, plus +(I got more Glocks and techs than you) +I make it hot (Niggas won't even stand next to you) +Nigga touch me you better bust me +Tree times in the head +Or motherfucker's dead, ya thought so +[Chorus: Method Man & Biggie] +Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit +And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it +(Honeys shake your hips), ya don't stop +(And niggas pack the clips), keep on +Motherfucker uh +Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit +And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it +(Honeys shake your hips), ya don't stop +(And niggas pack the clips), keep onEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +My Dawg[Chorus: HoodyBaby] +That's my dawg for sure +That's my dawg +We pullin' up in the Rolls +Me and my dawg (Me and my dawg) +To get all my dawgs back, I'd give up all you hoes +To get all my dawgs back, I'd give up all you hoes +[Verse 1: HoodyBaby] +HoodyBaby really, really rich +HoodyBaby pull up with the clique (hello) +Hoody crippin' rollin' with the six +Now I'm in a 'Rari bumpin' Nip +Black and yellow bitches on my stick +Black and yellow, treat me like I'm Wiz +Hustle in Atlanta like I'm TIP +(Brrrrr, hello?) +College bitch, tweakin' for my dick +Hit her college park like I'm Tit +I want turkey pasta with the shrimp +That ain't have shit to do with this +30 bitches tellin' me I'm the shit +Juice man, screamin' 32 +Juice man, screamin' 32 +O.J. know my number's 36 +Diamonds crip walkin' on my chest +Sent a package right to Bouldercrest +I heard your boy sippin Quali, y'all some qualiticians +Yeah we politic, but fuck a politician +You be smokin' Bobby Brown, new edition +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Run off with your bitch, she change her number +Run into another bitch and fumble +Money talkin' more than Bryant Gumbel +Too much shit on my mind, I need a plumber +Made love to a whore and changed my number +Pull up on a boat like I'm Columbus +Tongue all in her throat, all in her tunnel +Pussy monster, I'ma need a muzzle +Wake up Sunday night and go to LIV +A bitch back at the crib tryna live +A pool in the back, I let her swim +I give her phone back and let her film +Free will like the goodwill +She real thick, waist real lil +Weed real bright, it look teal +Coke real white, it look clear +0 to 100 to a mill +From nothin' to somethin' to a big deal +Got to keep it trill in the field +I ain't Cash Money no more +And I put some carats on my bitch's wrist +Put some carats on my bitch's fist +Put some carats in my bitch's ears +I came fast money, let's go +And my heart goes out to Vegas, keep it real +I just met some strippers on the strip +Flew 'em to Miami, take a trip +Flew 'em back to Vegas with some gifts +That's just how it is, is, is +Ain't trickin' if you got it, nigga rich +I feel like satan, nigga lit +Dedication 6-6-6 +G-Wagon on six wheels +They in they feelin's, fuck how niggas feel +Coke in the car, I'm in a snowmobile +I'm sippin' that Evander Holyseal +This is that codeine overkill +My mud colder than Soldier Field +In love, but all these hoes is weird +These hair triggers, I might grow a beard +Brazy, yeah, but you know the drill +I'm way up there, you right over here +Have you ever seen the light hit my grill? +I stand there and smile in the mirror +Snap my fingers, dollars appear +Out of nowhere and I don't do L's +And I married the mob when I was like twelve +Turned out well, like Tom and Giselle +Ain't readin' texts 'cause I'm readin' checks +I don't text 'cause that is finger sex +Then I'm turnin' off my ringer next +Airplane mode, no I'ma need a jet +I'm dope, babe, I need a needle set +Chains rock it, can't see the neck +Pockets crowded like the Beatles set +I drop it off and gave Ms. Cita that +Whip milky, I'ma sip filthy +I sip this shit just like it's healthy +Who spilt it, wait my bitch guilty? +Uber, Uber; she'll be missed dearly +Sincerely, yeah it's yours truly +Call me Tune, the hoes call me Tunechi +Rockin' Louis while the pot brewin' +With a Chinese bitch that look like thot suey +Told the straight hoes I'm taken +Told the gay hoes I'm vacant +Took some diamonds out her old bracelet +Put 'em on the quotes in my statements +I'm a born slanger, a born slanger +One more time, I'm a born slanger +Draco like a volcano +You can fuck around and get your star spangled +Barbaric, yeah your bitch starin' +I look very good, good very +It ain't all about the werewolf +It's all about what the wolf wearin' +You a popped cherry, yeah a Cherry Bomb +We everywhere like the Marriott +Shots sprayed like Malaria +Hit your head like a Triceratops +For my dawg, I'll kill you and your ho +Yeah, me and my dawg, we put another on the road +Hold up my female dawg, she 'bout to put on a show +But to get my dawg back, I'd give up all of these hoes1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +I’m Wit Ya[Verse 1] +Turn me up thug nigga, turn me up +You know I’m bout to thug with ya +You’re probably sitting in your Caddy or your Caprice right now +Your head smoking +Just lost on the dice, bitch keep calling your phone, you don’t want to talk +Don’t worry nigga, you gon see better days coming +Fitted head to toe, with them new Js on, stunting +I know today a day that you never seen coming +Your nigga got his time, his mama calling, you’re crying +Let me thug with you, I know that feeling +Block ain’t even bumping +Can’t stay out the rear view, you got bitch worries +Niggas at your head, you’re paranoid +Everywhere they go, they staring hard +[Hook] +I’m wit you, I’m wit you, I’m wit you +I be that nigga on your side when your well runs dry +Boosie wit you, I’m with you, I’m with you +I be that nigga who pull up when you go on E +Nigga I’m wit you, I know that feeling +Nigga I’m wit you, I know that feeling +Nigga I’m wit you, I know that feeling +I-I know that feeling, nigga I’m wit you +I know, I-I know +Know that feeling, I know that feeling +Nigga I’m +[Verse 2] +Lights off, cold water +Mama getting stares from her son and her daughter +Saw the slot machine and couldn’t stop putting in quarters +Kids blame mama cause they never had a father +Let me thug wit you, I know the game +Know how to make mistakes you can’t explain +This for that teenager who fourteen but pussy hot +Got gonorrhea now she too scared to go see the doctor +[?] That'll slow her down, you probably listening to me now +I’m going through some real shit +Granny in the hospital and she real sick +Attitude with everybody being a real bitch +Cause losing your daddy you ain’t ready to deal with +[Hook] +[Verse 3] +When it all falls down, I know that feeling +When it ain’t too many left to call, I know that feeling +When your dog turn small, same law +And hatred from these racists ring loud +I done witnessed this shit like an old time movie, no question +Part of my life was like an old time Western +Now let me thug with you baby, I know how it be +Can you pass a couple stacks cause you love to be clean +Niggas stealing out the pot, now you watching your team +People talking down on you, and they knocking your dream +Hustling till the sun rise, on the block with the fiends +Strapped tight, I understand, you remind me of me +[Hook]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Toney Sigel A.K.A. The Barrel Brothers[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn hood +I stack a dollar like a whole rack of canned goods +Baggy jeans, no Timbs, ACG boots +Livin' in the crack spot, bangin' that Sheek Louch +The narcotics is far from garbage +Whether it's cold or it's late August +My shit is fresh cuz I catch the hottest +My little cousin bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes +Keep a deuce deuce by his ankle and get it poppin' +You know, we be the boys clockin' the graveyard shift +Big bubbles, countin' the cream, burnin' the lazar spliff +My man jumps out the whip with the AR 5th +And we ball from plenties of parties, 'cause we start shit +Parole holes, six months in the box +My little sister got her head shaved off +She made it home from shock +We sellin cartons, Pampers, Similac formula +Anything you take because the paper keep callin ya +Gangsters keep ballin fosho, we want more +We make it rain from the tech and the wop +The next coroner priests don't have enough cups for us +To slow us up, they hit us with dusk +Then they rush-bust, my man Big Ron will break the cuffs +300 pound nigga, po-po has to fuck him up +They say that my projects should undergo therapy +We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B +[Verse 2: Solomon Childs] +Guns imported from Duval +Wheelchairs and shit bags +Peach Snapples and pretty scalpels, renaissance +I'll stick a pick in ya gut at the chapel +I'll blow a nigga for a box of Huggies +Cop-killers with a box of dummies +Dummies, stuck to the project floors +Niggas is suited up and we ready for war +[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel] +It's the Broad Street Bully and the Killah with no Face +My mac bullets burn like tequila with no chase, yeah! +My knife work like the guillotine sword, cutting niggas +Stop frontin' for my killa bee swarm, something +Empty out the whole clip and reload +Shotgun barrel leave it smoking like a broke stove +Yeah, and I'm all about that bullshit +The casket, the hearse, and the pastor in the pulpit +I kill a nigga at the drop of a dime +Just imagine what I'd do for a quarter +Ain't no tellin what I'd do for a dollar +Pop a nigga right in front of his mama +Son a nigga right in front of his daughter +And I'm nothing like your father +You couldn't come from these nuts I got +And C. Baltimore sucked this cock +I know most of y'all wouldn't understand +Get it? Understand? +Yeah some niggas will and some niggas won't +Like some niggas kill and some niggas don't (uh-uh) +You's a fake-it-'til-you-make-it of nigga +I'm a straight-up-take-it type of nigga +Pistol-whip-a-nigga-'til-I-break-it type of nigga +I'm hard on chumps, most of these dudes is fags +Put the guarder on pumps, push the broom up they ass +Or the knife like American me, American Sig' is Muslim +So I ain't feelin Bush overseas +I think with the wisdom of Malcolm, got the soul of a Panther +So by any means is the anthem +You gonna have to cut me out the track like cancer +I can't stop, won't stop +This how we do it from Philly to Shaolin + +Everyday[Verse One: B.G.] +On the block avanna to magnolia tryna shine +I scored a bird and I flipped dat bitch forty times +Now we ballin from Houston to New Orleans seven figures (ya'll lyin) +Got the baddest broads callin cause I'm rockin ice (bling!) +Gotta 2000 Benzy Bike rrrroooommmm rrrooommmm! loud pipes loud pipes +Gotta house on Washatona thats laid out +Short Bentley on dubs paid out +My niggas homes said wodie be bout cha' paper +He said you got ends dem feds will try ta hate ya +I said look here you know I'm bout my change cousin +I can spend a grand a day like it ain't nuttin +Cause I got money to blow I can spend a mill a day +And be far from broke ya heard me believe dat! +If it ain't ice it ain't ya heard me! +If it ain't platinum it ain't right +[Chorus 2X: Lil' Flip] +Everyday I'm ballin (ooohh da way y'all ball) +Bourbon is crawlin (ooohh da way y'all ball) +Texas to New Orleans we ballin (ooohh da way y'all ball) +[Verse Two: Lil' Marice] +I'ma balla-shot calla and I'm seven years old +My blades gon' chop and my pop trunk low +I chill wit my boys I might ride tan +I'ma H-town playa and ya'll can't stand me! +When I'm at school I make good grades +Ya know I'm Sucka Free and we all playa made +Chop chop twist twist I got rocks on my wrist +I'ma million dollar balla wit a million dollar kiss +[Verse Three: Lil' Flip] +Well... +I got rocks on my wrist head lights on my fist +Wit all dis platinum in my mouth playboy I'm da shit! +I gotta Bourbon, a Jag, and one Durango +If you lookin at my watch you might see a rainbow +And when I pull up on da scene I'm hangin out da sunroof +Fo' 15's in my trunk kick like kungfoo (hhhuuwwwhhhaaii!) +You say you ballin like me what you gun' do +What you got on yo' watch I got on one tooth +I like to spend 50 and ball in da mall +Go to Gavleston and crawl on da wall +Me & Duke spend money and roll on 3's +I spend money like it grows on trees! +[Verse Four: Taz] +If you ain't a millionare you can't ball wit me +Girl if you ain't a star you can't get caught wit me +Ain't nobody gon' represent the south like me +Ain't nobody got rocks in they mouth like me +I'ma shine no matter what the cost +Maybe I'm da boss nobody play the flaught wit me +You claim you ballin hard you ain't spendin G's +We only roll 20-inches on our Bentley's +T-A-Z ballin is what you hate ta say +Twenty D's in my rang can you pay da fee +Wit out money I dont know how my day would be +It's Hill Wood puttin it down playa we Sucka Free, that's right! +[Chorus 4X: Lil' Flip] +Everyday I'm ballin (ooohh da way y'all ball) +Bourbon is crawlin (ooohhh da way y'all ball) +Texas to New Orleans we ballin (ooohh da way y'all ball) +[Verse Five: Lil' Flip] +Look everybody in my click got Ninja bikes +Please take off ya ring I got bigger ice +I shoot craps in Vegas they got bigger dice +I re-did my teeth platinum for a bigger price +I got drop-top toys like Fisher Price +I like 2000 cars they got bigger lights +I got 20's at night jus' ta blow ya mind +I pull up in a crawla jus' ta slow ya down (*tires schreeching*) +When I pull up at da light women stop and giggle (Girls:Hey Flip,Hey Flip) +I tell em girl ya look good hop in da middle +I'ma Texas boy and I like ta ball a lot +I got 2 Prime Co's women call a lot (Hello,Hello) +I can't help dat I'ma star its in my Jeans-N-Trace +I got my name on my arm ScreensNPlates +I'm Lil' Flip and I'm all about stockin change +You say ya gotta million nigga that's pocket change +I'm ballin, I'm ballin! +[Chorus 4X: Lil' Flip] +Everyday I'm ballin (ooohhh da way y'all ball) +Bourbon is crawlin (oooohh da way y'all ball) +Texas to New Orleans we ballin (oohh da way y'all ball) +[Harmonized: Lil' Flip] +Sippin on lean ya know I'm lookin clean +Watchin T.V screens 20 diamonds in my rriinngg! +We bbbaaallllliiinnnggg! +Khakis wit a creese platinum on my teeth +Ya know I'm Sucka Free till I DDDD-III-EEEE! +We bbbaaallliiinngggggg! +[Girl Singing] +I like da way you playas ball I like +Dem diamonds when ya smile it jus da way +You playas shots and roll on 20's all da time +Ooohhh!drastic!da way ya'll ball! + +Crux[Intro] +Bad employees +Bad employees +Ain’t good employees +So true +[Verse] +Let’s get it straight +They employees I’m the boss +Edison grain Himalayan salt +Bars act as medicine man laying hands +Contact niggas a brand to maintain fans +I’m prone to darker thoughts and Peter Parker witticism +Known to target more than people gone to prison system +Women carcuses burned and park and earned on a mantle +I’ll still be the hardest worker just a shift in prisons +I’ve always been a prophet conjurer manifester +Better than 100% of them +Dentagrip in the hand of the better gent better than gentleman +Just presented the option of settling in +Back of the bus relegated like black slated +The lady with crack laid in the pages +Lack of phrases never +Hope that we’re trapped in a case together +Rorschach and Watchmen approach until and fall until their balls back in +Here’s a vodka toast for every hour on the hour +So I don’t go cop a toast +Michael Douglas falling down +I’m a Kings County resider with a bounty hunter on the sider +With the county call the [?] +Got a renaissance +Probably I’m a pass on the common class +Mosque and synagogue +Now we into simpletons +Spin a call spin it thin +Finnegan begin again +Optimism was wearing thin even on thicker carotin +The caring is a barren ain’t it +Call stress related aging and immortal babies +Morbid thoughts that separate you from your moral cause +But serenade and show them all the born creators +That’s why now I got to call the blond girls with pom poms +With their mom’s pearls at the prom +With the promise of going to good colleges to bond +On a scholarship +Dad’s in the Klan +My family’s into politics +I’ll choke with tampon strings +Smoke over your body while some asshole sings +I’m really not a part of your party +You’re grasping for mercy +I don’t have any personally ask him +*Listen I really can’t help you I gotta +See now I’m late +Now I’m late to do the hook +Now I just gotta just do pushups until the next verse +Alright really just shut up* +Oh that burns one hand +Let’s go* +Who's always Rosewood pissed off permanent bitch slaps +Doing the birdman hand rub in a six-passenger van +In the passenger seat and wearing a caftan +Blaring The Gap Band's covers of Scatman Crothers' jams +Unreasonable tin foil hat flow +Rap so blacks don’t back pedal to crack hoes +Mother land ex pat +Ex lax lexicon broad +When I land my jets to concourse +No pedestrians on board +Brontosaurus various ignoring the words to the chorus +So your morals hurt more like slipping on marbles +Non-carpeted long ass mall corridors +All mall smokes at hole in the wall bars +Sipping a long dog flipping off all y’all +Yeah that’s all I got jokes in bars +And I boast those joke +While you hope and costar +Praying like a space ghost coast to coast star +Ricky Lake and Lakos hosting postcards +Go-karts and Nascar reason for blowdarts +Big n*ggas old time +No I don’t spar +I’ll be at my Metamucil age refusing medicine +But then a tending to my linens +A gentleman good evening +Following my bereavement is a team challenge +Valance valor cadence patience manners +Basic etiquette relevant rhetoric brander +A reverent benevolent banter +Gallous gracious +Panoramic picture painter +Realist escapist +Defendant never plaintiff +I don’t need to fucking claim shit +I own shit that own shit +Jessica Tandy prone shit +Jennifer Hanner +Get a home bitch +Get the fuck out of mine +You the fuck out of line +You don’t even know how the fuck to rhyme +Come on yeah go on +Calling the fuzz calling your cousins +I want them running and fucking buzz +I’ve had a dozen a feathering +I fucking live trucks +I’m Bugs Bunny with dutch ovens on my knuckles +[inaudible 3:52-2:56] +I’m the last mother fucking standing +You don’t wanna brash hands +[Outro] +Wait I was trying to say +Lunatic brass pants +Lunatic brass pants that’s my new alias +That’s what I got lunatic brass pants +You’re not gonna put the beat back on +What are you doing to the micro— +I see your point + +Party and Bullshit (Ratatat Remix)[Biggie] +I was a terror since the public school era +Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezing asses +Smoking blunts was a daily routine +Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene +I used to have the tre` duce +And the duce duce in my bubblegoose +Now i got the mack in my knapsack +Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts +And sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks +Honeys want to chat +But all we wanna know is "Where the party at?" +And can i bring my gat? +If not, I hope I don't get shot +But i throw my vest on my chest +'Cause niggas is a mess +It don't take nothin' but frontin' +For me to start somethin' +Buggin' and barkin' at niggas like i was duck huntin' +Dumbing out, just me and my crew +Cause all we wanna do is... +Chorus: +Party... And bullshit, and... (x9) +[Biggie] +Hugs from the honeys, Pounds from the roughnecks +Seen my man Sei that I knew from the projects +Said he had beef, asked me if I had my peice +Sure do, two .22's in my shoes +Holler if you need me love i'm in the house +Roam and strollin' see what the honeys is about +Moet popping, hoe hopping, ain't no stopping Big Poppa, I'm a BAD BOY +Niggas wanna front, who got your back? +Niggas wanna flex, who got the gat? +It ain't hard to tell I'm the east coast overdoser +Nigga you scared you're supposed to +Nigga I toast ya, put fear in your heart +Fuck up the party before it even start +Pissy drunk, off the Henny and stuff +Or some brand-nubian shit beatin' down punks! +Chorus (x9) +[Biggie] +Bitches in the back looking righteous +In a tight dress, i think i might just +Hit her with a little Biggie 101, How to tote a gun +And have fun with Jamaician rum +Conversations, blunts in rotation +My man Big Jacques got the Glock in his waist and +We're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking +If money smell bad than this nigga Biggie stinking +Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin out my palm +She grabbed my arm and said "Let's leave calm" +I'm hittin' skins again +Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken +Niggas start to look out, a kid got choked out +Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out +[Music stops, indecipherable sounds of people yelling and arguing +Biggie breaks it up yelling "Yo chill, man, chill!"] +[Biggie] +Can't we just all get along? +So i can put hickies on her chest like Li'l Shawn +Get her pissy drunk off of Don Perrignon +And it's on, and I'm gone +That's that +[Chorus w/ Puff Daddy talking after selected lines] +Party... and Bullshit +And Party... and Bullshit +And Party... and Bullshit +And Party... and Bullshit +And Party... and Bullshit +And Party... and Bullshit +And Party... and Bullshit +And Party... and Bullshit +And Party... and Bullshit +And Party... and Bullshit +And Party... and Bullshit +And Party... and Bullshit +And Party... and Bullshit +And Party... and Bullshit +Repeats until fade outEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Gas and Mud[Intro] +See, I popped me a Xan +And that lean, that shit got me on Pluto (Uh) +And I'm smokin' on that dope +And it got me on Pluto +M-M-M-Murda +[Chorus] +(Gas and mud) Leanin' (Gas and mud) +I'm smokin' dope (Gas and mud), that molly water (Gas and mud) +Or a molly (Gas and mud), I pop a flat (Gas and mud) +I'm turnin' up (Gas and mud), don't come if you (Gas and mud) +Ain't got it all (Gas and mud), I'm smoke (Gas and mud) +I'm leanin' (Gas and mud), I'm sleepy (Gas and mud) +Can't think (Gas and mud) +I'm smokin' dope, smokin' dope, smokin' dope (Gas and mud) +(Gas and mud, gas and mad) I'm leanin' leanin' leanin' leanin' leanin' +[Verse 1] +Drug, drug, drugs, sleepin' off them Xannies (Let's get it) +She wanna turn up, got her off the shit and out her panties +Ain't gotta spike her with the molly, she done came ready (She already) +Light up a Bob Marley, smokin' dead niggas (Dope) +Bottom of my shoe the color red, nigga +Don't turn up, let them drugs get to yo head nigga (Don't get killed) +Pool party, lotta lean, lotta smokes (Alotta smokes) +Lotta money, lotta bitches, lotta jokes (That's turnin' up) +One hunnid three times, ain't no three packs in Newport (Don't get smoked) +Can't keep up with my fashion, 'cause your money too short (Yo ass broke) +From LA, MIA, all the way to New York +I be off them drugs, but I-I can't feel my face +I po'd a fourth up in that Crush (That lean) +No razor blade, but that lean I got better not be cut (No) +I'll call up my connect, I need some gas and mud (Some gas) +'Cause he know I love my drugs +[Chorus] +(Gas and mud) Leanin' (Gas and mud) +I'm smokin' dope (Gas and mud), that molly water (Gas and mud) +Or a molly (Gas and mud), I pop a flat (Gas and mud) +I'm turnin' up (Gas and mud), don't come if you (Gas and mud) +Ain't got it all (Gas and mud), I'm smoke (Gas and mud) +I'm leanin' (Gas and mud), I'm sleepy (Gas and mud) +Can't think (Gas and mud) +I'm smokin' dope, smokin' dope, smokin' dope (Gas and mud) +(Gas and mud, gas and mad) I'm leanin' leanin' leanin' leanin' leanin' +[Verse 2] +Drivin', window down, hit me, wake me up +Get in my feelings, that molly, know niggas is fake as fuck +OG, show me some OG, let me take a puff +Lean man know every time I hit him, he meet me up +You don't drink, so let me pint up that Diddy (CÎROC) +That Patron hit me strong, I mix that light wit that Rémy (I'm fucked up) +Now you see nothin' but the top and the back of her Remy (That head) +Just chew me up, now, you deserve you some Jimmy's +Now, fuck for fame, you might go and get you some Fendi (Yeah) +Don't love me, bitch, you know you love you them pennies (Get money) +Now my eyes closed, smokin' on that hydro +Now I'm wide awoke, molly got me grind mode +I can't move slow, lean got me on Pluto (Pluto) +Imma dog like Cujo (Cujo) +Now tell me, bitch, you broke (You broke) +Bitch yo pocket's a joke (Joke) +And my block give ya smoke (Smoke) +Nah, I ain't off them drugs +[Chorus] +(Gas and mud) Leanin' (Gas and mud) +I'm smokin' dope (Gas and mud), that molly water (Gas and mud) +Or a molly (Gas and mud), I pop a flat (Gas and mud) +I'm turnin' up (Gas and mud), don't come if you (Gas and mud) +Ain't got it all (Gas and mud), I'm smoke (Gas and mud) +I'm leanin' (Gas and mud), I'm sleepy (Gas and mud) +Can't think (Gas and mud) +I'm smokin' dope, smokin' dope, smokin' dope (Gas and mud) +(Gas and mud, gas and mad) I'm leanin' leanin' leanin' leanin' leanin'34EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Heartless Monster[Intro: 50 Cent] +Yo! +Bay Area! +You are now rockin' +With Big Von +And 50 Cent +Yo! +Southside. Roll something, smoke something nigga yeah +I fall off then I bounce back +I'm incredible, yeah +[Verse 1: 50 Cent] +6-2 to the O, back to the '62 here we go +It's like every time I get on some niggas try to jam me +I grind, I go hard for my niggas try to jam me +I'm strapped now movin' round with the swammy +Got a baby by your baby mama, nigga we family +Niggas mad at the kid 'cuz I'm caked up +Yeah they want that pinky ring, yeah they want that Jacob +Sleeping Beauty tell me when you gon' wake up +You'll never have me hog-tied +You'll never have me jake'd up +I'm holdin' +Motherfucker I'm strizzapped +I'm rollin with the mizzack +I'll lay your ass flizzat +You wanna talk? Talk to me +You wanna be dead? +It's boom bye-bye to a body boy yeah +I had a dream I was broke, and woke up rich +It used to be the other way around, ain't that some shit? +I had a pistol under my pillow, a pistol next to my kicks +A pistol on my night stand, a pistol next to my bitch +I seen bullets on the couch +I seen bullets by the TV +Woke up feeling like niggas can't see me +Ask Em and Dre they'll tell you now I'm on some different shit +'Cuz i got a different tech, and they got a different clip +Yeah I got money now, every day a different whip +Different bracelet, different trip, shut your fucking lips +Don't be a rat +There's nothing worse than that +[Outro: 50 Cent] +Yeah +It's the return of the heartless monster +I already know what time it is +And you already know what time it is +I'll shake the motherfucking town up +Niggas already said, they said "if 50 can't do numbers, then the numbers can't be done" +Huh? +I should give y'all niggas a whole R&B record +808's and my hearts broken, motherfuckers +I'm just a different breed of nigga, huh? +Niggas is faggots man +I don't like none of these niggas, man +Come around, niggas got them rainbow colors on +Y'all niggas confused? +Niggas from the hood ain't supposed to wear no retro shit +I'mma tell my little niggas to start kicking your fucking ass +See you out there with that funny shit on +'Look him, he's a faggot, kick him, kick his fucking ass' +[Laughs]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +12,000 Acres[Intro] +Nebuchadnezzar's dreams +And in the second year of the rain of Nebuchadnezzar +Nebuchadnezzar dreamed, dreams +Where with his spirit was trouble +And his sleep break from him +Then the command, then the king commanded to call the magicians +And the astrologers and the sorcerers +And the chaldeans +For to shew the king His dreams +So they came and stood before the king +Nebuchadnezzar dreamed dreams where his spirit was troubled +And his sleep break from him (Wooh, ah, ah, ah, ohh) +Nebuchadnezzar dreamed, dreams where his spirit was troubled +And his sleep break from him (Woah, ah, ah, ah, ah, woah) + +Outlaw[Intro] +Outlaw: we lawless +We ballin' out, nigga, regardless +Everything VVS, we flawless +When I stunt, I stunt on niggas the hardest +[Verse 1] +If niggas so hot, why they ain't got what I got? +My Maybach, my watch, my Hublot +My fat knots, my swag is top-notch +My crack spots bring cash in non-stop +My nigga Rock just came home from Comstock +I got shooters, they ain't got what I got +Got shit locked, I stunt non-stop +I get it and I blow it how I want, why not? +My bitch cold, I mean hot, sure shot +Come through in the drop, hold the Glock, why not? +9 millimeter, 9 shots, big rock +9 carat stones, I'm in my own zone +[Hook] +Outlaw, yeah yeah, we lawless +We balling out, yeah, regardless +VVS yeah yeah, we flawless +You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do +[Verse 2] +You wan' get shot? Go ‘head, run up in my spot +My lawyers will have me out by 1 o'clock +Go 'head, get dropped trying to take what I got +My diamonds twinkle over my Azad +My gun pop, tell me why would you try that? +Porsche Turbo, Cayenne I'll buy that +G5 jet, pilot, I'll fly that +Burn good shit, get as high as I get +My mind's sick, I'm criminal-minded +Shorty's ass fat: I want to bump and grind that +Groupie love bitch, your left breast? I'll sign that +I'm CEO ho, you ain't know? +[Hook] +[Verse 3] +New York party of the year: my spot +These bitches look so good: oh my God +Looking at the man in the mirror, I'm so hot +Shorty want to cut, cool, make sure the door's locked +Off with the Gucci, down go my Louis +Out come my oo-wee, do me, baby do me! +Like a pornstar took ya to my spot +My bed rock back and forth when I'm on top +My backshots they are sorta like crack rocks +I give it all I got, non-stop 'til sweat drop +I damage I wreck shop, I come through correct, I +I give her what she need 'til it's hard to breathe +[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Abaleya kopalaAbaleya kopala + +Must Be the Music[Intro: Big Pun] +Fuck is up with the morning show +Big Pun in the morning show that's all I need to hear +"Big Pun what are you doing Pun" +Ed Lover, yo +[Verse 1: Big Pun] +Me and my thugs be up in the clubs layin' the law +While you looking bugged playin the wall +We're trying to cave in the floor +Havin' to ball with the ballers +Terror Squad niggas who want it +Even the biggest dogs acknowledge +Payin how much? We obviously gain dollars +Let's mananas without your everyday (?) +We make ballers take cowards of the top give me eight hours +I turn your powder into rocks, check the scenery +Glass table, mad cocaine debris, and bring a key +When you hang with me everything is free +It's my treat, my suite all expenses paid +All my friends can stay, cause this break is on emancipate +Nuthin more, it's on me butt galore, and head nut your balls +I'm makin money for these fuckin whores +Nice and raw keep it rugged fuck the bullshit +Skribble said it's all love as long as it's the new shit +[Hook: Big Pun] +Must be the music +(Turnin them on) +Must be the new shit +(From Cuban and Pun) +That's how we do it +(Big Pop is my shit) +Must be the new shit +(They'll never stop it) +[Verse 2: Cuban Linx] +Yo it's the lyrical fly guy, that drive by your block in the Benz +I be hittin skins while I'm givin all my friends high fives +I get live and tie your legs to my brass bed +Relax, get comfortable, then hump you through the mattress +Cause at this I'm a professional, the best in the world +That's why I got so many girls on my testicals +I like em flexible so be able to stretch +And sex gets incredible when the Cuban's on the set, I bet +I'll make you sweat like heat my Technics +Cause we from freak over feet on any day of the week +I keep a hicky, chicks pick me because they love the chinky +I kick a (?), I got them wrapped around my pinky, like Biggie +I'm "Unbelievable" this Cubanito keeps a full tank of diesl fuel +Just in case you need to go that extra mile +In sex I'm Wilder than Gene +And in between the sheets, im a show you just what I mean +[Hook] +[Big Pun] +I walk into the fuck-in Tunnel (I ain't a player) +Bitches on my dick and wan-na dance (C'mon) +I remember when it wasn't like that (Hold it up Pun) +You call me blimp but now it's baby fat, must be the music +[Hook] +[2x] +We'll keep ya hot till the, day light +We'll keep ya movin all through the nightEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Breakin’ Old Habits[Intro - T.I.] +Hey what it is pimpin +Slim Thug and T.I.P. doing it B.I.G with B.I.G (yea a ye yeaah..) +Ya understand what I'm saying (hey..) +P.S.C. pimpin! +Y'all already know what it is man, its a bad boy thing man +Grand hustle collaboration, Y'all already know man +Boss Hog whats happening (hey..) +A-Town pimpin! +[Verse 1 - Slim Thug] +Slim Thugga! +I roll strapped Glock 40 in my lap +I rap but still think like I'm grinding in the trap +Trying to adapt to the change from the streets to the game +Can't be selling CD's and still selling dem thangs +Cause snitches drop names and bring alot of problems +And putting somthing in they head the only way you gonna solve em' +Jackas stay plotting watching your every move +And the minute you snooze will be the minute you lose, dude +Thats the rules so I cruise with the tools +To fix the damn fools that think I'm slipping with my jewels +Breakin old habits so hard to do +Thats why you see me on the same block with the same crew +And everybody sitting fat living good +And I'm the only nigga that be rapping in my hood +I was raised by the hustlas, and ganged by the G's +And taught by the bosses how to stack that cheese +[Hook - T.I.] +You got rich and G shit is still a part of you +Cause breakin old habits so hard to do +You still watch for the haters and the robbing crew +Cause breakin old habits so hard to do +When on shot that nigga like I started to +Cause breakin old habits so hard to do +Fresh out the dealership crackin open cigars in the coupe +Man cause breakin old habits so hard to do +[Verse 2 - The Notorious B.I.G.] +Damn it feel good to see people up on it +Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it +My brain is haunted, with mean dreams +GS's with BB's on it, supreme schemes, to get Richer +Than Richie, quickly, niggas wanna hit me +If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it +My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat +High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit +In my circumfrence, mad bitches, with mad lucci +Bulletproof vestes under they coochie +Spittin my uzi, don't lose me, my trigga niggas represent +Drivin dirty in J-30's gettin bent +And to my hit hoes, my murder mommies +I be smokin trees in Belize when they find me +While you still killin niggas with punany, like Connie +And Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw, you on the floor with the virus +While I just, slang coke, smoke pounds to choke +Got lawyers watchin lawyers so I won't go broke, now check it +Them country niggas call me Frank White +I'm squirtin off in my loft of course I know my shit's tight +Sunrise open my eyes no surprise +Got my shorty flying in with keys taped to her thighs +With all the utensils, who hang my china thing +She half black half oriental eighty-six she got me rentals +[Hook] +[Verse 3 - T.I.] +I used to drive a Chevy Monte Carlo, bricks of blow all in it +I was taught to sell the shit, you put your nose all in it +Let my bitch drive the Benz but the Rolls off limits +How you call yourself pimpin, with hoes all in your buisness +What it is, the music business or the streets make a decision +I do this in my sleep, and you way out your division pimp +This game we play for keeps, and the rules remain hidden +This ain't a place for lames and that snitching shit is forbidden +After sitting in the kitchen and whipping with hopes of getting back +All that off a brick to go blow it, so it even 50 stacks +And now I'm sitting back, thinking about a time +When a nigga get a 100 g's, think he went down +But now look for loyalty in the game, it ain't there +And things ain't the same they changed it ain't fair +Real niggas dead, doing their time and ain't here +You commit the same crime and come home the same year +[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +We All We Got[Intro: girl (RZA)] +Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi (we all that we got, we all that we got) +(We all that we got, we all that we got) +Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi (we all that we got, we all that we got) +(We all that we got, we all that we got) +Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi (we all that we got, we all that we got) +(We all that we got, we all that we got) +Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi (we all that we got, we all that we got) +[RZA] +Aiyo, we keep these wizzes in the lab, held down like hostages +Dime pieces, deep throat like ostriches +I'm vegetarian, don't eat swine sausages +You defeat the Killa Beez? Don't be proposterous +[Crisis] +Bobby, steal the show, let 'em know who got the shit +[RZA] +Zu, muthafucka, Wu, (yeah), we got this shit +[girl] +Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi +[RZA] +E-lectricity, e-lectricity +Yeah, shells all in my clip, wizzes all on my dick +Leather wood, on the whip, rubbergrips on four fifths +Escape from jakes, if I'm traced, more paper to make +My team form the C.R.E.A.M., we exchange it for cake +Cherries on the top, I grind for the gwop +I'm grot, then I shine, then I rise to the top +Roll, with flurries of cops, money bulging in my socks +Loving my block, cuz we all that we got, got +Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi +Oh yeah, ya'll know who is he, ya'll keep these wizzes dizzy +[girl & Monk] +Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi +[RZA] +E-lectricity, e-lectricity +[Chorus 2X: Crisis, Monk] +I love my hood and my block, cuz it's all that we got +On the grind for this gwop, give it all that we got + +Love No Ho (Demo)[Intro] +Yo Bigs, man, what's wrong man? +You look like you got problems man +[Notorious B.I.G.] +Hey yo man, psh man.. +It's this fuckin' bitch, man! +Shit, I know I ain't s'posed to have no feelings for these hoes out here man, but +This bitch on the back of my mind man (word?) +Yeah man... done wrote a rhyme 'bout the bitch man +(Let me hear it) Want me to drop the drama kid? (Yeah) +Yeah, dedicatin this to you man +Cause my man 50 Grand told me straight up and down man +I ain't 'sposed to love NO ho +Knahmsayin? I tried to tell her 50 +I got three rules in life +I'm not to be played with, played on or played out +I'mma drop it like this +[Verse One] +Lyin' in my bed, I'm lookin' at four walls +Echo in my head sayin' I got a lot of gall +Grippin' my cap, my pen in my teeth +Thinkin' what this ho said, she called me a thief +She said I stole her heart, and didn't leave a trace +I told her I was sorry, and she said "get out my face" +Walked out my door with my Walkman in my pocket +Playin "Love Is a House," and thinkin how she jocked it +When she had the key, to open up my door +Adore, that Prince scan that bought me on the floor +I know that she loved me, I couldn't ever fake it +I say go buy a pie, the girl would go bake it +Makin' a record was important to me +More important than her that's what made her flee, see +The mistake was not payin' no mind +All her posse said we was "two of a kind" +I call her back twice, your sister said you're broke +She said "when you left, your ears was full of smoke +Chokin' on a cigarette, you don't even smoke!" +Jumped in the train station put in a token +Coulda been my partner, amigo, my peer +Just waitin' for them three words that all girls wanna hear +"I love you," huh, you would start to cry, if +I would reply with I.L.Y +Then I tell your friends that you played me out +Said I wouldn't say "I love you" just to make you shout +So I, call up 7 digits that would pick up your phone +Your sister picked it up and said that you wasn't home +I heard you in the back cryin' up a storm +Screamin' how you wish that I never was born +"I hate him! I hate him!" That's what she kept sayin +She'll come to her senses is what I kept prayin' +But now I'm gonna lay the cards on the line +Just say that you hate me, or say that you're mine +I said, when I played ball you was in the stands +When I was sick, you held my hand +It was hard to say before, but now I can +Bitch, I love no ho, fuck ya! +[Interlude:] +I don't give a fuck about'cha +Take a long walk off a short pier, bitch +Tryna to take bankrolls +Bum bitches outta here 50, man +Now check this +[Verse Two] +Come to my crib, she say, "B.I.G. listen +I don't like the way you been dissin'" +Feel like I been kissin' other bitches cause my lips feel chapped +I tell you "it's from the blunts," you ain't tryin to hear that +Now I'm Henny'd like a fuck? What's the riff? +Who I'm sleepin with? I ain't got the time +To shoot the gift to hoes, I'm tryin to take bankroll +I ain't fuckin nobody, case closed +You hit the lights and decide to doze off +No kiss goodnight, didn't take your clothes off +And my dick is harder than a rock +Nobody to cockblock but you's a hardrock +The fuck you think I am, gay? +I ain't got no time to play I ain't got nothin' to say +Bounce out the crib, just to see my man 50 +And what's up with B.I.G +And the O.G.B., you know they keep plenty hookers +And I ain't a bad looker +So I see one ho that I like yeah, oooh +Shit is cool +[Outro: The Notorious B.I.G., ?] +Trust no hoes, all they want is bankroll +That's what I'm tryin to tell you now baby +My man 50 done schooled me to all y'all hookers +Knahmsayin? I ain't lame to this +Can't spell game without me, the B.I.GEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Big League Chew[Intro: Action Bronson] +Yeah.. +Might have to lay down on the floor for this one, son... +I got the whole pack of Big League Chew by the cheekbone... +[Verse 1: Action Bronson] +Uh, I got the whole pack of Big League Chew by the cheekbone +It's that Monte Carlo flooded with the weed smoke +The rifle to the peephole, free throw +Call me Baby Face, welcome to the creep show +Uh, my clique is so nuts +Big shit to lift you like a triple-toe lutz +In these streets, even a cripple gonna bust +Keep a thing that won't rust +There's no trust +Rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints +After I'm high and disgraced, only a lion remains +Flying from a tropical escape +"Did I do a perfect dive?" is such a popular debate +(Well, I'll give it a 9.3) +I'm the hottest shit since B2K +My Russian barber gave me the see-through fade +Drunk-driving on a Thursday +Already told you, with this money, it concerns me (Bronson, Bronson, Bronson) +[Verse 2: Action Bronson] +Yeah +I got an old soul and young legs +I'm like a good horse +Wood splash on the floor, that's for decor +That's from the tour +Above the law +A half a million in the wall +By the painting of the Great Dane +Bought the drugs in front a A-Frame +Flashbacks of riding on the A-Train +Getting sucked between the cars by a Guatemalan +She started humming on em, honey wildin', uh +Nowadays, you can see me in a trench coat +On the French boat, till I'm dead broke +I got the shit locked in a deadbolt +Go get your fucking shit, baby, let's go +I might never see rain again +I might never see pain again +I might never see snow again +Picture my mother, say motherfucker keep going in +Uh, The stars all align now +Oh, these cars I'mma buy now +Oooh, these bitches I'mma fuck, too +You ain't gotta like me, fuck youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Who Killed It? [Clean]Look here see +Pretty Mike shanked Two-Face Al over some gal +Found the body dead in the isles +Death by strangulation, microphone cord, a dirty broad +Guess they'll never play it again Sam +Damn that was my jam, now she's on the lamb +She made it out with 200 grand, what a scam! +While these two compete on who's the star of the show +Golden legs there makes off with the dough +I read the paper there with Joe the Butcher +He says one glance is all it took ya, she's a real looker +They say her old man's a bootlegger +Transporting in any weather, and at this rate we'll never get her +Fellas, think it's time to call it a night +All this talk of this mystery dame's gettin' me tight +Thought I saw her in my eyesight, right +Hate to spoil the party, what are you guys havin', the same? +Waiter another round for the gang +It's strange how I always felt outta place +Joe The Butcher's my ace, but in comes Freckle Face +So I said 'Ssee you later' +'Fore I hurt him and his two ugly thumb breakers +He met them in Louisiana wrestling gators +An idiot can tell they're involved with the caper +So I pulled the revolver on my waist up +Between the patrol car and the gray truck +Behind the street lamp was a silhouette +White gloves and a real long cigarette +What do ya know all this time she's got me in her scope +She spoke says the Devil got you guys by the throat +Your conspiracy theories won't work without evidence +That's the reason why Eric B is not president +Well, what do ya say +Ya see? +Ya see? +Ya see? +Look here see +I know you got soul you're trying to hide it +How did you kill a man out in Cypres +One Eyed Charlie, he only hangs with the criminal minded +Says you guys did it **** is he lyin' +She says, 'Walk this way I'll tell you a children's story' +We hit the bodega got her a few 40's +We jumped in my ride we drove and she cried +Twisted off the cap there and opened her mouth wide +Swallowed it, whole bottle's half empty +Drinks like a fish now she's past tipsy +The truth came out as we got to her suave house +Chopped and screwed, her mouth and sat me on the couch +I said it's gettin late c'mon give it to me straight +Who's ya sponsor lady? She says Bill Gates +What are ya born '77 or '78? +She said, ‽Nah it goes way to an earlier date” +Slave times, claims the slaves said rhymes +But she fell in love with some fella named Clive +Who? Clive Campbell from Sedgwick Ave +The Bronx, now she shows me the cash +I said who's Clive, don't play with me skirt +She said Clive Campbell, he's Kool Herc +Listen up sweetheart, now we gettin' somewhere +As she's talkin' she starts vanishing in thin air +But before she drops the money bag on the floor and died +She said, ‽If you really love me I'll come back alive” +Hip hop is so **** dead!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Spread Your Wings[Verse 1] +Off the meds, off the head +Niggas soft as bread, niggas soft as bread +Stay off them blogs, they play with y'all thoughts +Made a way from my dawgs that ain't say what they saw +Only the brave, they want us locked in the cage +If you owe me money, I shouldn't have to remind you to pay +Vacheron with my Ralph Lauren +How this bitch a full time leech and still beg on the side? +Off the meds, can't get out of the bed +Paparazzi waitin' like that mall on the Dawn of the Dead +I don't know you, my dawg, step away from the bus +Know they want me to fall, but my balance is just +You weren't with me when them struggles and battles was tough +So I cut your head off 'fore I give you a cut +When they tell me I can't do it, it give me a rush +Ain't got this type of bank account 'less you 50 and up +They on my muhfuckin' dick, all this dirt they tryin' get +Go with whoever, I ain't got no pick +Come through just to get that flick +[Bridge] +Get back, go down +New 'Rari, slow down +Check the score, blow out +I'm a bull like the home town +[Verse 2] +Yeezys on, Yeezy bomber, wear my own designer +Name good, all my bridges open, go wherever, that's power +She came from the club tryna fuck, bitch, get in the shower +You a kid to me, boy, I prolly fucked your mama +Hunnid Ms, you did that? Baddest chick in the world, you hit that? +Took your bitch, you miss that? +All the fake buyers, bitch, get back +[Chorus] +Yeah, get back, get back +Hunnid rounds, no kickback +Mansion party, lil' kickback +Champagne, gon' sip that +Get that, get back +Hunnid rounds, no kickback +Mansion party, lil' kickback +Fake vibes, we ain't with that +[Verse 3] +Look what they doin', look what they sayin' +"That nigga selfish, look at his mansion" +Thirty thousand square feet, secret rooms, look at the plan +Look at the money, look at the bands +I get on my knees, I'm thankin' the man +He said he ain't like that nigga, I just seen him shakin' his hand +I'm shakin' my head, I'm shakin' my head +You like that Benz? They made it in France +[Chorus] +But watch your hands, get back +Get back, get back +Hunnid rounds, no kickback +Mansion party, lil' kickback +Fake vibes, we ain't with that +Champagne, gon' sip that +Hunnid rounds, no kickback +All the fake vibes, I ain't with that +[Outro] +My life a mofo, spot like some UFO +Price tag upon your soul, you sold it, you gotta go +Trade my respect for some attention? Fuck no +Lookin' at these bitches bodies, girl, y'all overdose +Why y'all overdose? + +On The RealWhy you always all on my back? +Why you gotta do me like that? +Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you? +Baby girl I'm blue +Because you treat me like shit +I paid for the bed and never even slept in it +I paid for that crib and never stepped foot in +And now somebody else is eating all the pudding +Things change, now my dashboard wooden +All black Benz, like a young Doc Gooden +Dark shades, cause I'm stone crazy +Girl, we grown, stop playing on my phone, baby +All your childish attempts to make me angry fall short +Which only fuels the rage you have, because you have nothing +Understandable, I'm shining brilliant with five Brazilians +There were times I used to hide my feelings +Now I'm butt naked in the Lamborghini +And motherfuckers can't see me +Wait 'til this chick see me on TV, I make the shit look easy +Who would've thought I hit you right back? +Why you always all on my back? +Why you gotta do me like that? +Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you? +Baby girl I'm blue +So many women wanna call me baby +And you wonder why the fuck that I ain't call you lately +Some would say that I'm the symbol for sex and uh +Others would hate, but I don't give 'em no breath +Go on a date, I'm at the crib with the chef and uh, that's me +And you could order whatever +The specialty is white snake and underwear sauce +You could probably catch me somewhere where the sun is next +And I understand that's only cause I'm popular +I'm getting topped off in the front row of the opera +As Bocelli sings the celly rings +I gotta go, you'll never know how good it feels to lay in bed with king +I'm not exactly flawless, but I'm gorgeous, just like a horse is +I know the thought of me succeeding makes a lot of people nauseous +Still I'm on the back of the boat taking pictures with the swordfish +Why you always all on my back? +Why you gotta do me like that? +Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you? +Baby girl I'm blue +I hope you get a paper cut on your tongue +From a razor in a paper cup +I hope every soda you drink already shaken up +I hope your dreams dry like raisins in the baking sun +I hope your titties all saggy in your early 20's +I hope there's always snow in your driveway +I hope you never get off Fridays +And you work at a Friday's that's always busy on Fridays +I hope you win the lottery and lose your ticket +I hope it's Ben and Socrates poop all up in your kitchen +I hope the zipper on your jacket get stuck +And your headphones short, and your charger don't work +And you spill shit on your shirt +I hope your tears don't hurt, and I can smile in your face +Cut my losses, how Delilah changed my locks to a fade +I hope you happy, I hope you happy +I hope you ruined this shit for a reason, I hope you happy, igh +Why you always all on my back? +Why you gotta do me like that? +Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you? +Baby girl I'm blue +La la la laEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +2017 BET Awards: Best Female Hip-Hop Artist Acceptance SpeechAre you dumb? *laughs* +Are...you...dumb? Are you dumb? +I want to thank God first and foremost; I've been through a lot! To everybody who think there's no such thing as second chances, I'm here to tell you that's a lie! You just gotta keep working hard. +Shoutout to everybody in Bedford Hills Correction Facility, Albion Correction Facility, anybody on parole; it's hard, but you can do it, you can get second chances, you can make mistakes and come back. +My husband, Black Love, I love you Papoose! When I didn't believe in myself, you believed in me. +My business partner, MY BROTHER, Fat Joe Crack! +The whole entire team, Remy Mafia! +I just want to say: +"Y'all bitches got fat while we starved, +Shots in your ass, pads in your bras, +Y'all some liars, it ain't no facts in your songs, +And YEAH, THAT CROWN IS COMING BACK TO THE BRONX!" +Queen La, I see you Kim, I see you Cardi, M.A, I love y'all! + +Keep Me A Ratchet*Lyrics from snippet +...damn (Yeah) +[?], I got to keep me a ratchet (Brr) +I'm off a Perc' and an...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Honestly[Chorus] +Do you remember when we were both sixteen? +You had that shallow heart and I had those big dreams +And I'd do anything that you would ask from me +I would blow my brains out just for you +And honestly, to tell you the truth +I'd still blow my brains out just for you +[Verse] +Do you remember when you didn't care 'bout me? +Now I'm your everything and I've got you on your knees +I got this little problem, I might make you bleed +"So what's the problem?" she said, "Baby, make me scream!" +I would blow my brains out just for you +And honestly, to tell you the truth +I'd still blow my brains out just for you +[Instrumental Break] +[Chorus] +Do you remember when we were both sixteen? +You had that shallow heart and I had those big dreams +And I'd do anything that you would ask from me +I would blow my brains out just for you +And honestly, to tell you the truth +I'd still blow my brains out just for you28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Desperada[Intro] +Wait...wait...wait...I'm not ready yet... +[Verse One] +Then I lay me down on this cold floor +Oh Lord I hope for the cloaked, no intervention saw +That's where I paused, Jeanie, many more fleeting moments +Heck, you just cheating yourself from meeting +I can breathe a ton of these demons into my lungs +And I beat 'em no matter what self defeating attack comes +I put the past in the closet, leave it behind +Locked under key I would cast aside until I needed it padlocked +Put in a stash box, move it along +I learned how to learn patience and when acting is wrong +Turn 360 leisurely, pessimism know her and he grieve with me +Bleed with me, then I got sober, it agrees with me +I moderated shots slower +Finding the piece of me, thank God it was over +I'm here +[Hook] {x2} +I couldn't imagine why I was granted a second chance at life +But I'm so glad that I saw the light +And I see now my purpose right +My purpose right +[Verse Two] +Just think, what have I accomplished? +End of my life bonkers +What other pill to conquer +It would've just been awkward +Roommates explaining and didn't know why I changed +Since little before I named some pitiful reason lame or +Breaking down doors had even burst in tears +Grieving nurses to fear +Even land lady just standing and looking all fucked up +Like look what the fuck kids +Then cuff someone's arrested for punching a chest in +Wait +Just glad it never had to happen that way +I never would have had an album +Never had met Collin +Never had been travelling +Never had new problems +Never learned how to solve 'em +Never knew I'd evolve then +[Hook] +[Bridge] {x2} +And now I lay me down to sleep +I pray the Lord my soul to keep +If I should die before I wake +Wait + +Weirdo[Intro] +She said she don't need me or nobody +She keep lying talking 'bout she ain't got bodies (Ain't got bodies) +She keep lying to me saying she ain't got bodies ([?]) +She keep lying to me saying she ain't got bodies (Oh my god) +Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that? +[Verse] +Turn up, baby, with no Molly (Ooh) +Minerals, they running through my body (Runnin' through my body) +She said "Uzi, could you put it all inside me?" (All inside me) +Tweaking and geeking, we throwing the bands at the Follies +Bitches, they proud of me 'cause I made it out, no doubt (No doubt) +I fuck your bitch and I put my dick all in her mouth (All in her mouth, mouth) +My crib so big, put a house in a house +My girl tried to leave me, no, my house not a home +My diamonds look like ice cream with no cone +Funny boys been getting them money so they my clones +Yeah, your girl all in my hair so I probably need to get a comb +80 racks, 85 racks, like 80 racks for my show +Sweater on my body and it's Comme des Garçons +Yeah, 'cause it's cold +Your new bitch, yeah, she old +New money, don't fold +Encyclopedia with the guap (Guap) +Fuck the media aside (Yeah) +Diamonds all in my locks +Diamonds all in my rocks +Mixing dimes in my shoes +Diamonds all in my socks +Bake a nigga like he ziti +Whip it up in the pot +Fucking bitches off the TV +Pussy wet like a squeegee +Water water with no Figi +Standing up with my feet where her knees be +Begging please when she eat me +That girl said she need me +My coat from Dover +I ain't cop this from Neiman's (Whoa) +In the pussy and I'm dreaming +He trying to say I'm the demon +(Ayy, Brandon, why you do that?) +'Cause his bitch ate the semen +'Cause his bitch ate the seal +'Cause his bitch ate the pill +I heard he a snitch +I heard he took a deal +Man, that's [?] (Ayy) +This a test, just a drill +Nigga talking 'bout them clips +30s and them 50 rails +Yeah, my crib so big +I got thirty, fifty rails +I got ten doors +With eight doorbells +I got a couple whips +I got a couple dips +Know I got a couple chips +So I can take a couple trips +I can fuck on your va +Make her my situation (Yeah) +Fuck her on vacation +In her jaw like a spacer (Yeah) +Overseas, looking for my new ho +Man, I feel like it's taken +Come on, baby, let me make it +No eye doctor, they can't check it +I like when you're naked +Your old man was so broke +So that means you was tasteless (Yeah) +Masked up like I'm Jason (Ayy) +Frostbite in the Rollie (Whoa) +Big diamonds in the jacket (Lil Uzi) +Fuck your bitch, she can't take it (Yeah) +Maybach on my Wraith (Yeah, ayy) +[Outro] +She tried to act like she taken (Yeah) +Fuck a bitch with my greatness +Gettin' strong from the pot (Yeah) +Treat the brick like a weightlift +Turn off at night (Yeah) +'Cause you know I got the day shift +What'd you say?1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Killa Killa Hill[Chorus: Cappadonna] +God rules everything around us +Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'll +God rules everything around us +Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'll +[Verse 1: Cappadonna] +Yo, we grew up in the grind, ya'll +Now it's our time to shine ya'll, yo, we did our time ya'll +Now we back to collect our check, give us our respect +Debts gotta get paid off, a nigga hit the deck +My Goon Squad coming correct, handcuffs, Jakes backin' us up +We got it rough, on some guns bust +Niggas hold dust, through it all, kept our head off +Feds sped up, niggas in my hood read up +We still gully, and my whole click dead up +Clackin' them shots, right, my Goon Squad kick lead up +[Chorus: Cappadonna] +God rules everything around us +Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'll +God rules everything around us +Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'll +[Verse 2: Raekwon] +I'm from the Valley where the Goons stay, valors and S.K.'s +Shoot up your saloon and lay +Through a poverty side of my life, we came from +All the big niggas eat meals, real niggas kept ones +So much drugs in a box, gloves, couple Glocks +Thugs that stay on blocks, wolves that lay on cops +Dressin' like gangstas, I've been silkin' it before courvoisier and blunts with rocks +We had to eat to live, cuz only real niggas protect +Lively hood, and get Hollywood props +I ran with arm specialist who loved to shoot, wrestle, spit +Bang bitches, buy a little drizzle and box +For all that we know, I analyze the rich steelo +Milk the game, Suge Knight a few people +Then made a lot of deposits, throughout the logic +My mental came swift, that's the project +[Chorus: Cappadonna] +God rules everything around us +Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'll +God rules everything around us +Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'll +[Verse 3: Cappadonna] +Aiyo, my team pressed up on the crime side +Them devils tried to catch us all, guarding our blind side +I cocked back the hammer, load up on my nine side +Startin' a revolution, like my Goon Squad died, poverty strucken +Right where the poor people reside, deep in the hood +Young bloods stay flippin' them pies, lookin' for easy ways out +My niggas try'nna survive, whippin' the gauge out +Strugglin', against all odds, stompin' the rage out +Duckin' down deep in them cars, whippin' the page out +Niggas stay kickin' them bars, knockin' ya fade out +Get ready for my Goon Squad stars, let the parade out +[Chorus: Cappadonna] +God rules everything around us +Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'll +God rules everything around us +Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'llEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Scorpio Love[Intro] +Scorpio love +Girl you're crazy, girl you're crazy +I'm a Scorpio, means I'm so damn sexual +[Pre-Chorus] +Girl go down low (come on girl), make it ride for me (get it up) +Show me your wild side girl, take your time with me (take your time with me) +Spread your legs (lay back), spread your legs girl +You shake your head, no you can't take this head girl +[Chorus] +Yeah, Scorpios are a one in a million +You want more and more and more (you'll never get enough of a Scorpio) +Our love ain't no ordinary feeling (can you take it?) +All night long +[Verse 1] +Come on girl, take a ride (come on) +Let me get your body high (come on) +Let me breathe on your cat, wet your inside +Raise your leg from the side then switch sides (let's go) +I'm 'bout whatever +You can bring her, we can do it together +You know how I do, I be steppin' with truth +I promise our sex on a whole 'nother level +Fucked her in the asshole with strawberry lube +Covered her mouth, don't you make a sound +Twelve play (twelve play baby) +It's twelve plays when I lay you down +Twelve play (twelve play) +Horny all the time, want it all the time +After first time we fucked, she knew my sign (you must be a Scorpio) +[Chorus] +Yeah, Scorpios are a one in a million +You want more and more and more (you'll never get enough of a Scorpio) +Our love ain't no ordinary feeling (can you take it?) +All night long +[Verse 2] +Girl you ever had a nigga really turned you out, really turned you out? (really turned you out) +Let you cum all in his mouth, really turned you off +Then he tongue kissed you, turned you on +And she wanted more, she needed it +I sucked on her fingers and played with her clit +Then rubbed her asshole, she skeeted +Girl don't you run from me +I take sex to the max, bitch I'm a Scorpio +You say I'm a dog, what you callin' for? (I know what's wrong) +You stung by a Scorpio +Give you that real and put you in your feelings +Forever have life, we will always have dealings +Fucked you good and a Scorpio +If he ride with you he die with you, you stuck with him +[Chorus] +Yeah, Scorpios are a one in a million +You want more and more and more (you'll never get enough of a Scorpio) +Our love ain't no ordinary feeling (can you take it?) +All night long +[Outro] +Girl go down low, make it ride for me +Show me your wild side girl, take your time with me +Spread your legs, spread your legs girl +You shake your head, no you can't take this head girl +Girl go down low (girl go down low), make it ride for me (make it ride for me) +Show me your wild side girl, take your time with me (take your time with me) +Spread your legs (spread your legs), spread your legs girl (spread your legs girl) +You shake your head, no you can't take this head girl, hey +Scorpios are a one in a millionEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Pass The DutchListen up everyone! We have been just informed +That there's an unknown virus that's attacking all clubs +Symptoms have been said to be heaving breathing +Wild dancing, coughing, so when you hear the sound +Who, di, whoo, run for cover +Woo, ahh, daddy, ooh, ah, oh, ooh +Pass that dutch, pass that dutch +(Ah, ooh) +Pass that dutch pass that dutch +(Ah, ah) +Pass that dutch, pass that dutch +(Ah, ah) +Pass that dutch, pass that dutch +(Whoo) +Misdemeanor on the flow, pretty boy here I come +Pumps in the bunk make you wanna hurt something +I can take your man I don't have to sex em +Hang em out the window call me Micheal Jackson +I'm a pain in your rectum, I am that bitch y'all slept on +Heavy hitter, rhyme spitter, call me Re-Run +Hey hey hey, I'm what's happenin', now to get my drink +(That's right!) +Shake ya ass till it stink +(That's right!) +Mr. Mos' on the beat +(That's right!) +Put it down for the streets +(That's right!) +(Who, di, whoo) +Pass that dutch, pass that dutch +Pass that dutch, pass that dutch, pass that dutch +Come on pass the dutch baby! +(Ahh) +Shake, shake, shake ya stuff baby +(Who, di, whoo) +Pass that dutch, pass that dutch +Pass that dutch, pass that dutch +Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat +(Ahh) +Don't stop, get it till ya clothes get wet +Number one, drums go bump, bump, bump +This beat here will make you hoomp, boomp, jump +If you's a fat one, put your clothes back on +Before you start putting pot holes in my lawn +Oh, my God, show em I'm large +Shove my beat up, attack like my name was Saddam +I am the bomb from New York to Milan +And I can write a song sicker than Jeffrey Dahm' +(Woop woop!) +Don't touch my car alarm +Break in my car you will hear "Viper Armed" +I've been a superstar since Daddy Kane was raw +I'm live on stage, c'mon a + +My Nigga (Lil Boosieanna)[Intro] +(Now) If you love your nigga, hug your nigga (hug your nigga) +Look them dead in the eye (dead in the eye) +And tell your nigga +Tell that nigga you love them (you love your nigga) +[Verse] +We started out smoking weed in the park +Visine in our eyes, trying make it home 'fore dark +Flipping off the clothes line, holes in our jeans +Fucking with these hoes' mind, on the trampoline +Tripping off that purple haze, trying get it off +Gotta find a junkie at the bottom mad dog +All fights was crowd fights, coming up in the streets +And even if you right or wrong, it's on, mane, its beef (off top) +I cut class with this nigga, act a ass wit this nigga +Off that hide-go-get unless them hoes sucking dick +Feeling like the shit on the first week of school +'Til your clothes run out, now you acting a fool +Remember when we first started grinding, they was giving us hell +All the OG's was hating, trying to hog all the sells +But the OG's started chosen, we busted the hood open +And my niggas, they kept a nigga rolling +I love youEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Brunch[Intro/Hook: *Frijid Pink sample* & Action Bronson] +{Know you broke my heart woman +When you said goodbye to me} +You say goodbye to me bitch, you better break north +Before you six south and I'll be sitting in that big house +[Verse 1: Action Bronson] +Just let me sharpen my knives, thrown on the apron +X's mark the steak and the salad crumbled with bacon +And bleu cheese, caramel complexion's on two knees +Or two skis, carving up the Alps is what this dude needs +I'm Rick the Model, Martel to cartel +Live fast and eat the big tuna like Billy Parcells +No more child's play kid you with the big boys +Fuck an economy size, we want that big Royce +My family's sayin' that I rhyme with fury +Only focus on them hundred bill faces and suitcases that'll bribe a jury +Grind the curry never shine the jewelry +Pussy like it 86 style, you know it's fine and furry +Spark the bark in the park, you know, lumberyard +You ain't never in the limelight, undercard +Bronsolini in the sky, thunder rod +Commandante of this rap shit, young Mossad, killer +[Intro/Hook: *Frijid Pink sample* & Action Bronson] +{Know you broke my heart woman +When you said goodbye to me} +You say goodbye to me bitch, you better break north +Before you six south and I'll be sitting in that big house +[Verse 2: Action Bronson] +The second stanza even deadly than the first +From the birth, I've been enlisted to plant seeds in the earth +That's soon, road to a valley that feeds, civilization +I'm walking the torrid land though I'm seeking my vindication from +My bad, I'll keep it fifth grade, keep the switchblade +Hilfiger sailin' apparel and plus a crisp fade +First day class, the Agassis are black and white +My older cousin puffing pot bitch, pass the pipe +Now I'm a certified user, more like abuser +Slice and dice the music I'm fluid like the yakuza +Or Sanders whether Deion or Barry, find candy +Though I smoke until my eyes are the shape of Tia Carrere +My team we work as a unit, nobody hog the ball up +Great intuition and vision, no time to hit the mall up +Just a taste of the life like a September call up +Johnnie Walker in our tall cup, getting torn up +Listen, I'm steel fisted with the iron lung +Heavy metal ballads out the guitar where lions run +Praise the son that can stand on his own two +Smoke on the big blunt, take a sip of this home-brew +[Hook: *Frijid Pink sample*] +{Know you broke my heart woman +When you said goodbye to me}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +What I Learned From the StreetsOk this what I learned from the streets +Handle your beef +Your playing with keys +Sleep with your heat +You're a role model if partner gotta be me +All hoes ain't sweet, they messing +Everything happens for a reason but they all lessons +If u stressed then pick your head up, nigga +Get your bread up, nigga +If your scared, scared niggas get they head bust +I make you catch a heart attack, in starter hats +Just left downtown I got my 40 back +A situation started, nigga I'm never smiling +Beast mode until they take me, got that from Ivy +Any nigga who watch you up and down want something you got +Why my enemies envy me got that from pop +If I flop then it's back to selling blocks +Back to telling niggas they can't hustle in my spot, off the top +My daddy raised me to hate a cop +So all my motherfuckin life, I hated cops +Cam rich told me niggas change when u give them blocks +Nigga told me when I ride better keep it cocked +[Hook:] +This what I learned from the streets +Keep it real lil nigga +Keep your steel lil nigga +Fuck these hoes lil nigga +Forgot your roles lil nigga +This what I learned from the streets +Watch your back lil nigga +Keep it strapped lil nigga +You lil axe lil nigga +A real gutter nigga and your nuts a lil bigga +[Verse 2: Lil Boosie] +People rose around me +Money is money so concentrate when you count it +Every nigga who bounce ain't no gangsta ass nigga +And I learned that from richas +Spoil all the dopefiends +I learned that from pitchas +Fred city show me how to roll that killa +Big loton show me how to come with rhythm +Ever since then I've been the sickest in the system +Dunking down on jacobs took me on my first mission +I jumped out bustin fuck it you ain't saying nuthin +Ivy showed me how to cook it up and get it hard +Put me on this jewelry shit I miss my boy +Look, no matter how good you treat em +That dope will make em do evil learn that from that clown jeefers +These nigga turning on they own people +These niggas devils out here +[Hook] +[Verse 3: Shell] +The streets told me boy gutter keep that thang on ya +And fuck your friends cause most niggas still change on ya +These streets cold so u gotta keep that heater close +Might be your boy that's tryin burn u, dog u never know +Man look these hoes ain't no better they be vultures too +I crossed one of those niggas and I ain't crossing you +Just keep it G and have some game like the bosses do +Know you the shit but homie keep em flies off of you +Keep your mouth all open shut when people talk to you +U don't know shit no matter how much time they offer you +Don't stop until you got enough to a vault or 2 +And know one thing there's a slight chance you'll take a loss or 2 +Keep your eyes open and you'll get all the way to the streets +It's money over everything till you rest in peace +Keep your eyes open and you'll get all the way to the streets +It's money over everything till you rest in peace +[Hook]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Not Rich, Still Lyin’ (Game Diss)[Intro] +This mic on? +Ladies and gentlemen +I'd like to thank you for coming out tonight +For the screening of my new film +"I'm Not Rich I'm Still Lyin'" +It's 50 Cent starring as Game, it's autobiographical +I hope you enjoy yourselves +[Verse 1: 50 impersonating Game's voice] +50 callin me crazy, I might be just maybe +I'm gangsta I'm crippin', the Damu I'm trippin' +Fuck 50, fuck Dre, fuck N.W.A +Man I'm Hurricane Game (Em this nigga changed) +I brought the west back I write the best raps +(But what about Snoop?) Snoop shit ain't all that +And I get bad bitches now I even fucked Mya +(I fucked her first, Game) 50 you a liar +See that's why I hate you, you think you know me +I'mma tell everybody you shot my homie +I hope the police get you and you go to jail +Feds freeze your accounts so you can't make bail +I hope everybody on G-Unit go to hell +Wit Eminem, Obie, Stat Quo and D-12 +So what I was on Change of Heart?, so what I was a stripper? +So what I never banged? I'm from Compton nigga! +[Hook] +Now horror films they scare me +I watch action films very rarely +When it's comedy or it's drama +It's starrin me no problem +Now horror films they scare me +I watch action films very rarely +When it's comedy or it's drama +It's starrin me no problem +[Verse 2] +G-G-G-G-Unot! I got my own shoe (Game that shit ain't gon' sell) +So, the ad's in the magazine nobody can't tell +(Good luck wit yo next album man I hope it does well) +You tryna be funny, D-Mack got all my money +And Jimmy robbin me, they listenin probably +Me and Fase had a fall out he really not my brother +We got the same father but we got different mothers +Now Suge punked Dre but he don't punk me +I won a Vibe Award this year nobody punch me +(Game you know I wrote that hook for Hate it or Love it) +So what, it's still on my trophy case I think nothing of it +[Hook] +Now horror films they scare me +I watch action films very rarely +When it's comedy or it's drama +It's starrin me no problem +Now horror films they scare me +I watch action films very rarely +When it's comedy or it's drama +It's starrin me no problem +[Outro: 50 Cent (normal)] +Yeah; it's 50 +New album, July 18th +It's called "I Can't Stay Away" +Y'all thought I was gonna let y'all eat? Naw nigga +Oh! This is too much fun man +Hey... hey nigga I seen yo lil DVD nigga +Is that all you got? I mean newsflash: nobody believes you +Then you say you woke up outta coma 2001 +Well yo brother says you never were in a coma +Then you say you were in a gang +Well yo brother says you were never in a gang +Now you can get your records together +And you can submit 'em to me +I mean you can send the records you have to me +So I can... open... ya album budget, your recording budget +You gotta send your music to the boss.... that's me, the boss +Yeah....it's D-Unit, G-Unit, that's it, that's all +I rule with a iron fist +CocksuckerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +NYC Crack[Kung fu sample] +Now, it's the master's turn though +I'm betting in, well there's a show here +[Intro: RZA] +Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid +Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid +Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid +Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid +Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid +Watch your step, kid, watch your step +Watch your step, kid, watch your step.. +Yo, yo, yo +[RZA] +We take your wizzes away, like we be called on +Deep in space like the Millennium Falcon +Ya'll be fools, scored like ancient Babylon +Rabbits and turtles, all run the marathon +Yup, ya'll paper chasing, ya'll human racing +Who got the best basement? +You got a 6SL, I got a SSL +I score movies, make Supreme Clientele +[Hook: Thea Van Seijen (RZA)] +Oh, here I am (my Wu-Tang slang is that New York City crack) +No, can't get it near, I quit (my Wu-Tang slang is that New York City crack) +All day, all night, what brings to you life +For you in the world (my Wu-Tang slang is that New York City Crack) +[RZA] +Silly rabbits, trynna disrespect The Abbott +Don't you know that we'll turn your cold body to maggots +I got forty million records sold, some platinum, some gold +Some we just put out to meet the tax code +Your career will be shorter than the 21st of December +Be one of those thousand rappers no one remembers +While my name is carved on trophies, colleges recite my bars +You can look up, and see my name up on the stars +And when it comes down to that basic talent +I got 20 little cousins that can meet your challenge +Yo, stop and listen, and check this proposition +Son, got lots of vision, plus lots of wisdom +Hindsight, foresight, insight, out of sight +Some try to imitate, but they are not alike +They only piggy back, have a Digi Snack +That Wu-Tang slang is that New York City crack +[Hook] +[Kung fu sample] +We're just dealing, of a man +Tough take before you +A cryptic to your power +The reason why we slept and spared your son's life +Was to give you faith +Thank you, man, thank you +You fight well, the hand must reach to the sky +Save the best for me, and have perfect breathing +Good breath control, you know of these +[Hook] + +Mighty Healthy[Intro] +My God, so they are killers +I've heard lots of people say once a man's a killer, they just keep on killing and killing +They sort of develop a taste for blood +Yeah, that's right +They kill one man, or kill ten +It's all the same (Yes) +After all, they can only hang you once +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Both hands clusty, chillin' with my man Rusty +Low down, blew off the burner, kinda dusty +The world can't touch Ghost, purple tape, Rae co-host +Monty Hall expo, intellect, you read pro +Son's triflin' fuck, wildflower on the cycle and +Picked up the broom thought I was Michael-in' +West Brighton Pool, now I'm into Iron Duels +Turn nuns to Earths, Whoopi, she at Allah school +Inhale break beats of Hell a-alikes propel parallel +Duracell knot, you flashed a burnt cell +Snap out of Candyland, kids, the old rumor is +Blacks become immune and shit, we never did +Like eating dead birds, trust the pharmacy over herbs +Men marrying men, ill they got the urge, pulsar +Scissor hand wig vanished in the winter, living off land +You god damn right I fuck fans, king me +Check, checkmate, props like the micro chip founder +Neck to neck stock with Bill Gates now +[Bridge: Ghostface Killah] +When we hug these mics we get busy (Busy) +Come and have a good time with G-O-D (G-O-D) +Make you snap your fingers or wiggle (Wiggle) +Scream, shout, laugh or just giggle (Giggle) +Shake that body, party that body +Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry +That's word, I'm not the herb +Understand what I'm saying, saying, saying? +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +Hit mics like Ted Koppel, rifle expert +Let off the Eiffel, burn a flag in your grass, spiteful +Ringleader set it off, rap Derek Jeter +Culprit, prince of the game, wish you could see us +We lay low, glitter wax full bangles +Priceless ropes, lay around the God, get tangled +Woolly hair, eyes fiery red, feet made of brass +Twelve men following me, it be the God staff +Move, every script's like Miramax +Smashed the big boy, totaled it, Wilshire and Fairfax +Sun beamin', wifey on the beach sipping Zima +Wu 'binos to Latinos, we love Selena +Overnight, God schedules, FedEx +Pretty silhouette, velvet nice, DNA scroll genetics +Too hot to handle, one thought from scrambling the mandolin +Hundred game Wilt Chamberlain, smack 'em, say when +He rollin' up, face wrinkled up, hands is on his nuts +Yo kid, stop fronting on the grounds 'fore you get touched +It's Canada Dry sess with Allah, son +We want rye, we want it so bad we might cry +[Outro] +For every blow, depends on breath control +So it's the first thing you must learn +Fortunately it's easy +You'll soon learn +My God, so they are killers +Killing and killing +They sort of develop a taste for blood +My God, so they are killers +My God— My God, so they are killers + +Remember the Times (Intro)[Nas] +Alright, are you sure +[Kelis] +Yeah, I'm sure +So wait, you're telling me there's no- +You can't think of anybody +In your past, in your dirty dark crazy past (Nas laugh) +So if I gave you a free pass, you wouldn't wanna do them just one last time +[Nas] +No +[Kelis] +Come on +[Nas] +No +[Kelis] +I don't believe you, all them- +All them bitches? +I'm serious, okay I'm saying you have +Before we get married you have one free pass +I don't need to know about it +[Nas] +Mhm... +[Kelis] +But it's one girl, there's one girl that you had in the past that you could say +"You know what? Let me hit that one more time" +[Nas] +Ah, I can't really think of nobody +Definitely ain't nobody 'cause I've been there, done that +You know, let me go through itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Thinking Of You[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +And mommy used to tell me one day some girl gone get me +But I won't know love if it walk right up and hit me +And if I fall to the ground I get up and fight another round +And I got money on my mind, money on my mind, but now +[Hook] +I keep thinking of you, I keep, I keep thinking of you, I keep thinking of you +Girl, I keep thinking of you, I keep, I keep thinking of you, I keep thinking of you +I keep, I keep thinking of you, I keep, I keep thinking of you, I keep thinking of you +Girl, I keep thinking of you, I keep, I keep thinking of you, girl +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +And we ain't even gotta go far, we ain't gotta talk about the war, we can just (Get it (7x) +I said we ain't even gotta go far, we ain't gotta talk about the war, we can just (Get it (7x) +[Verse 2: Tyga] +Damn I'm just thinking home 3 winner +Chirping late night, she had the light up antenna +Voices far from ? +13 speaking like we 23 sometimes I would even miss dinner +Cause talking with you felt more important than Jordan's release when the 17's, remember +I get em, similar to any girl I've mentioned +They only thought I'd mention I'm only playing with your intuition +Your senses sensed that I was different +But too flashy for boyfriend material +But I beg to differ +And this is it I'm showing you more material +Now listen, let's Kiss, like Gene Simmons +I've got a vision, fuck a title +We the perfect image, you and I +No eyein' them, them girls, you be eyein' them, cause they be eyein' him +They water stronger than vitamins +Loving you to death, I didn't expect +Beautiful girls, make you suicidal +I guess I'm dyin' then.. +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Up jump the boogie, and shorty said she feeling my flavor +And even when I ain't looking, I got her on my radar +And yes I know man I am so, so blessed to have her +So yesterday, today, and the day after; I keep thinking of you +I keep thinking of you +[Hook] +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Shorty said she feeling my swag +Shorty said she feeling my style +I keep thinking about her +About you, about you +I keep, I keep, I keep thinking of you, I keep, I keep thinking of you, girl +I keep, I keep, thinking of you I keep, I keep thinking of you, girl +I keep thinking of you, I keep, I keep thinking of you +All the things I could do, I could do them to you +And I'm thinking of you, thinking of you +Young Moulah baby +I spilled my drink +Change your drawers baby +Will somebody please please double-cup me1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +My Country[Intro: Nas] +American born, American raised, American made +[Chorus: Nas] +My country shitted on me (my country) +She wants to get rid of me (naw, never) +'Cause the things I seen (we know too much) +'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much) +My country shitted on me (my country) +She wants to get rid of me (naw, never) +'Cause the things I seen (we know too much) +'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much) +[Verse 1: Nas] +Ayo, it's packed on this Rikers bus +The tightest cuffs is holdin' me shackled +The life of a thug caught in the devil's lasso +On the streets I was invincible +Cowards would duck at a glimpse if they knew +What my pistol would do, a fuckin' killer +Mother's a dope fiend embarrassin' me +All in front of my friends +In the street smile with no teeth +I never knew daddy, heard he had a 72 caddy +Died in a robbery, can't remember him, was probably 3 +Why didn't my folks just die in this society +Why wasn't I a child of a doctor, who left stocks for me +Two little brothers, two sisters, them shorties gots to eat +Mother's a junkie, she twisted, so all they got is me +I'm the provider, with goals to do much better than my father +Whether through drugs sold, or holdin' revolvers +Blurry visions of dad holdin' me high +It comes to me slowly, the words he would cry +[Chorus: Nas] +My country shitted on me (my country) +She wants to get rid of me (naw, never) +'Cause the things I seen (we know too much) +'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much) +My country shitted on me (my country) +She wants to get rid of me (naw, never) +'Cause the things I seen (we know too much) +'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much) +[Verse 2: Millennium Thug] +It is I that step up +Me that don't give a fuck, you that foe, then it's all over soldier +Hummers and Range's through the desert +Fuck a 20-inch, long as we got gas and we got water +Troopers lookin' for manslaughter +I gotta get back, for what they owe +Shoot 'em in the back for the get back +Lead through shit bag, hold tie gag +Forget the life had, now we all rebels +Everything burnt down includin' the ghetto +We can see 4 miles the land its major rubble +And debris from the earth as we knew crumble +Yo you could see the sea +And the stars look closer to me +I'm a mad man, this is a real life movie Mad Max +S-K's, AK's max, ABR's spittin' and it ain't a rap +My mommy dearest pray for me hopin' I come back, but yo +[Chorus: Nas] +My country shitted on me (my country) +She wants to get rid of me (naw, never) +'Cause the things I seen (we know too much) +'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much) +My country shitted on me (my country) +She wants to get rid of me (naw, never) +'Cause the things I seen (we know too much) +'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much) +[Verse 3: Nas (Millennium Thug)] +Yo, I'm sittin' behind these prison walls +I got this pen and pad wishin' on a visit, God +Brothers is here for homicide and yo, it's some for rape +Some brothers innocent, I pray that I could just escape +How is the war +And yo I'm wishin' I was in your shoes +Holdin' machine guns +Clean fun, shootin' dudes with fatigues on +Anywhere is better than this +It's America's plan every color of man inherits the shit +Yo I'm startin to think it's all a scheme, nobody cares +I know the warden is readin' the scribe +(But yo I swear, it's a billion dollar business) +Courts, lawyers and jails +We all slaves in the system, I'm 'bout to rebel +[Verse 4: Millennium Thug] +There's not a bitch in sight +Or block bench, or black gate +Or gray fence, look who fucked it all up, Mr. President +I remember yesterday we was on the block gettin' bent +Now it's state of the art +I just saw the first dude I met here, his head came apart +What a bloody mess, a slug fest +I just buried 8 of mine, at night I hear grown men cryin' +You know I'm spittin' mine +I ain't goin' out here, we gotta win +Every time I hear the wind I think a slug went in +I'm checkin' my chest, holdin' my head +Catchin' my breath, watchin' my back +Smokin' this grass, beatin' my dick, thinkin' of ass +I don't know what they broadcast, the newsflash is fake +Everyday I'm feelin' like you, I wanna escape +And if y'all niggas feelin' like me, y'all niggas just say +[Chorus: Nas] +My country shitted on me (my country) +She wants to get rid of me (naw, never) +'Cause the things I seen (we know too much) +'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much) +My country shitted on me (my country) +She wants to get rid of me (naw, never) +'Cause the things I seen (we know too much) +'Cause the things I seen (we seen too much) +[Outro: Nas] +This goes out to Che Guevara; +A Revolutionary destroyed by his country +Just trying to fight for what's real +This goes out to my nigga Malcolm El-Hajj Malik Shabazz +Just trying to fight for what's real +This goes out to Martin, all about peace and destroyed by his own country +This goes out to everybody in the whole world +Just trying to fight for what's real +To Patrice Lumumba; +Just trying to fight for what's real and destroyed by his own people +This goes out to my hood niggas +Coming up everyday just trying to survive the only way we know how +But see we know too much now, and we seen too much now +So ain't nothing gon' to stop us now +To my country, to my country, my country, my country...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +P***ycatThis is another missy elliott exclusive +Its all for the love +But there is more things that keep A man satisfied(Oh come on) +And I know the remedy just to cure him from +Cheating even if he tried hey +Pussy don't fail me now +I gotta turn this nigga out +So he don't want nobody else +But me and only me +Pussy don't fail me now +I gotta turn this nigga out +So he don't want nobody else +But me and only me(Only me) +I know he's A man and men have intentions(Intentions) +To sleep with someone else(Umm oh, oh) +But that's why when I make love to him +I'm ruling(Come on) +Try to give him my best(Oh please) hey +Pussy don't fail me now(Fail me now) +I gotta turn this nigga out +So he don't want nobody else(No body) +But me and only me(Ohhhhhh) +Pussy don't fail me now (Fail me now) +I gotta turn this nigga out +So he don't want nobody else (No) +But me and only me +As long as the pussy good +Its alright +Ain't gotta worry about my man +'cause he knows ma's +Is one of A kind +And that's why he keeps staying(Stayin) +The pussy good +Its alright +Ain't gotta worry about my man +'cause he know ma's +Is one of A kind(Come on) +And that's why he keeps staying +Look ma +Yea you got the bomb and work +That prissy stuff +Glad it ain't the gushy stuff +(That cushy stuff?) +I don't like the mushy butts +I wish we was +Like puffy over jennifer +Him and her +Too much like I and we +(And what that mean?) +We just love the booty +All we see in 3D is um +Booty, booty, booty, booty +Oh really +Do me, do me, do me, do me +Run through me like fluid go through an iv +That's good imma make sure you never will leave +Can I put my booty booty +Up in your spaghetti? +Daddy +Are you ready for sacary from me +Pussy gushy mushy what more you want from me +'cause my feelins hit the ceiling what you want me to be +Oh please pussy don't mess it up for me +C'mon +Pussy don't fail me now (Fail me now) +I gotta turn this nigga out +So he don't want nobody else(Nobody else) +But me and only me +Pussy don't fail me now (Fail me now) +I gotta turn this nigga out +So he don't want nobody else +But me and only me(Ohhh) +Missy speaking: +Pussy don't fail me now +I gotta turn this nigga out +So he don't want nobody else +But me and only me +Pussy don't fail me now +I wanna turn this nigga out +So he don't want no body else +But me and only me + +This What I Call Her(Talking) +Lil Wayne: Aye, Aye Fe I saw this girl the other day she gave me her number right you think I should call her +Fe: You betta nigga +Lil Wayne: I think I should call her +Fe: you betta nigga +Lil Wayne: You think I should call her +Fe: Betta nigga +Lil Wayne: I should call her +Fe: betta +Lil Wayne: When I call her I'mma be like aye or should I be like darling or should I call her beautiful somthin nice ya know that sweet shit or should I be like bitch like..how bout miss, miss, miss ok... +[Verse 1] +Miss Butter pecan caramel southern bell +She hotter than a summer day in hell +I'm under her spell, she say her name is Chantel +She say she got a man, I can't tell +Because when we be rockin' +We get it poppin like a Amstel, like +Right up in the hotel, maybe the stairwell +She blows kisses to my handheld +She an angel her name should be An-gel ' I'm Blessed ' +I kill her wit the rich man smell +She got a wet manhole and ya mans fell whoa +I slipped in her inkwell +I saw jelly fishes seashells, no further details +I love the smell of a female +And you're one hell of a female I'm tellin' ya female +Get in the CL and let it be sweet sailin' and late night e-mailin' +Ooh she feel me, Ooh Fee Fee I think she feels me +[Verse 2] +Okay, I called her on a late night it was late right +I was on her ass like some brakelights +But I ain't stop for the redlights +We get it poppin' til the blue and red lights come knockin' +Neighbors keep trippin, we keep fuckin +Sex revolution, baby I'm comin +Down the hallway that lead to your stomach,mami +I'mma keep pumpin till you scream Young Money +And me and you're boyfriend is not the same +I goes down like the stock exchange, and the I bring it up +'Scuse me, I drink it up, I leave you soakin' wet from ya ankle up +Shucks, I'm too much, Fee I'm too much +[Outro] +I'm too much +Baby girl you could call me a slut +Yea, you could call me a slut baby +I be yo slut baby +Yea, I'm too much +Young Money mother fucker +We about to rule the world +Well if not, we about to rule the girls +Alright2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Can’t Explain[Intro] +(Cook that shit up, Quay) +Don't know how to feel, I got some feelings that I can't explain +Yeah +[Verse 1] +Clothes busted, nose dusty, watch the older bros hustlin' +Started off wrong, but you couldn't tell me I ain't know nothin' +All I ever want was to put on and give my folks somethin' +Knockin' on my sister window, comin' in at 4 somethin' +Mama trippin' 'bout the way I'm livin' and how my hoes comin' (In and out) +Caught the next-door neighbor slippin', we slimed him, left his nose runnin' (In his house) +Knowin' I can't lie, so when she asked me, I make no comment +Terrorizin', thuggin', doin' dumb shit, makin' no money +It was time for me to go up, got a pack and made it blow up +Went into that corner store until I got it all +Know I skipped a couple parts, but I can't never tell 'em all +But the moral of the story, I got it all out the mud +The way karma make me feel, I swear I think I'm in love +Been fuckin' strippers since I was lil', fell in love with the club +Bruh gave me everything I need, knew what to say to the plug +I got my hands on a few mil', but shit, it still ain't enough +It's like my life is like a dream, but I'm still here when I wake +I'm gon' get everything I need, I'll do whatever it take +I caught a case, ran, got away, I should've jumped in the lake +I thought about it the other day when I slid through in the Wraith +[Chorus] +Damn, my life's changed, check my ice game +Came from standin' in the rain to top floor gettin' brain +Still actin' the same, I walk in, they know my name +Don't know how to feel, I got some feelings that I can't explain +Damn, my life's changed, check my ice game +Came from standin' in the rain to top floor gettin' brain +Still actin' the same, I walk in, they know my name +Don't know how to feel, I got some feelings that I can't explain +[Verse 2] +Bad bitch, we both young +They say that I'm cheatin' and we both dumb +But Baby got her wrist hittin', both arms +G-Wagen and Range Rover, both of 'em +If we love forever, you get new homes +I just wish that other **** could move on +She proud to be rockin' that new two-tone +My life goin' good, why would I do wrong? +I'm livin' my best just like Lil Duval +I didn't get the message, and it's screw y'all +I don't want no issues, can't be beefin' with my family +I don't want no problems, just make sure my kids can count and read +And it ain't no pressure 'bout the money, I won't even see it +It's bigger, it's the principle, I hope one day that you can see +We got a whole seed to raise, it's bigger than you and me +How I'm not gon' do that? I spend millions on my jewelry +The only reason I'm mentionin' it is 'cause I'm tired of this foolery +I'm just emptying my thoughts, I can't keep 'em in a box +Ain't no hard feelings at all, I want everyone to ball +[Chorus] +Damn, my life's changed, check my ice game +Came from standin' in the rain to top floor gettin' brain +Still actin' the same, I walk in, they know my name +Don't know how to feel, I got some feelings that I can't explain +Damn, my life's changed, check my ice game +Came from standin' in the rain to top floor gettin' brain +Still actin' the same, I walk in, they know my name +Don't know how to feel, I got some feelings that I can't explain +[Outro] +Don't know how to feel, I got some feelings that I can't explain +I said I don't know how to feel, I got some feelings that I can't explain4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Lil Baby Discography ListProjects:2017:Perfect Timing↗ +Harder Than Hard↗ +2 The Hard Way↗ +Too Hard↗2018:Harder Than Ever↗ +Drip Harder↗ +Street Gossip↗2020:My Turn↗ +My Turn (Deluxe)↗2021:The Voice of the Heroes↗2017 Drops:Racks In: April 11th, 2017↗ +Days Off: April 14th, 2017↗ +9TO5: April 14th, 2017↗ +For You: April 14th, 2017↗ +100 Round: April 14th, 2017↗ +Grindin: April 14th, 2017↗ +Up: April 14th, 2017↗ +Plug: April 14th, 2017↗ +Our Year: April 14th, 2017↗ +Trust: April 14th, 2017↗ +Rider: April 15th, 2017↗ +Option: May 1st, 2017↗ +Large: July 7th, 2017↗ +Good On It (Lil Baby feature): July 10th, 2017↗ +My Dawg: July 12th, 2017↗ +A-Town: July 18th, 2017↗ +Dates: July 18th, 2017↗ +My Drip: July 18th, 2017↗ +Minute: July 18th, 2017↗ +Life: July 18th, 2017↗ +Narcs: July 18th, 2017↗ +Ride or Die: July 18th, 2017↗ +Stendo: July 18th, 2017↗ +Pink Slip: July 18th, 2017↗ +Survive Da Motion: July 18th, 2017↗ +Set Up Shop (Lil Baby feature): July 18th, 2017↗ +2 the Hard Way: October 9th, 2017↗ +Set Up Shop (Remix): October 9th, 2017↗ +Big Tymers: October 9th, 2017↗ +Rac Racing: October 9th, 2017↗ +My Nigga: October 9th, 2017↗ +Whatchu Gon Do: October 9th, 2017↗ +Time After Time: October 9th, 2017↗ +Chance: October 9th, 2017↗ +Really Did It: October 9th, 2017↗ +Trap Phone (Lil Baby feature): October 17th, 2017↗ +Bag After Bag (Lil Baby feature): October 17th, 2017↗ +Balmains (Lil Baby feature): October 23rd, 2017↗ +Pull Up (Lil Baby feature): October 23rd, 2017↗ +Fasho (Lil Baby feature): October 24th, 2017↗ +Freestyle: November 5th, 2017↗ +Vision Clear: November 6th, 2017↗ +Door Lock (Lil Baby feature): November 7th, 2017↗ +Lil Cali & Pakistan (Lil Baby feature): November 8th, 2017↗ +Usain Bolt (Lil Baby feature): November 11th, 2017↗ +Dopeboyz of America (Lil Baby feature): November 23rd, 2017↗ +Trending Freestyle: November 23rd, 2017↗ +Shit Together (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): November 23, 2017↗ +To the Top: December 1st, 2017↗ +Money: December 1st, 2017↗ +All of a Sudden: December 1st, 2017↗ +Money Forever: December 1st, 2017↗ +Best of Me: December 1st, 2017↗ +Ride My Wave: December 1st, 2017↗ +Hurry: December 1st, 2017↗ +Sum More: December 1st, 2017↗ +Going For It: December 1st, 2017↗ +Slow Mo: December 1st, 2017↗ +Trap Star: December 1st, 2017↗ +Eat Or Starve: December 1st, 2017↗ +Dive In: December 1st, 2017↗ +Stick On Me: December 1st, 2017↗ +My Dawg (Remix): December 5th, 2017↗ +Good Life (Lil Baby feature): December 5th, 2017↗ +The Load: December 8th, 2017↗ +Sides: December 8th, 2017↗ +Hook Up: December 8th, 2017↗ +Wrist (Lil Baby feature): December 14th, 2017↗ +Candler 2 West End (Lil Baby feature): December 25th, 2017↗2018 Drops:Racks On Des Diamonds (Lil Baby feature): January 5th, 2018↗ +Picture Perfect (Lil Baby feature): January 12th, 2018↗ +Servin (Lil Baby feature): January 12th, 2018↗ +No Point (Lil Baby feature): January 16th, 2018↗ +Take Off: January 20th, 2018↗ +I Remember (Lil Baby feature): January 25th, 2018↗ +Oh Okay (Lil Baby feature): February 2nd, 2018↗ +Shoe Box (Lil Baby feature): February 5th, 2018↗ +On My Own (Lil Baby feature): February 6th, 2018↗ +Day in My Hood (Lil Baby feature): February 9th, 2018↗ +One Day (Lil Baby feature): February 9th, 2018↗ +FWM (Lil Baby feature): February 14th, 2018↗ +Hoop Dreams (Lil Baby feature): February 14th, 2018↗ +Thug Life (Lil Baby feature): February 21st, 2018↗ +Fake Love (Lil Baby feature): February 21st, 2018↗ +Street Smart (Lil Baby feature): March 2nd, 2018↗ +MICKEY (Lil Baby feature): March 9th, 2018↗ +Up One (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): March 13th, 2018↗ +How I Know (Lil Baby feature): March 29th, 2018↗ +I’m Gettin’ Paid (Lil Baby feature): April 10th, 2018↗ +No Socks (Lil Baby feature): April 14th, 2018↗ +Sold Out Dates (Lil Baby feature): April 17th, 2018↗ +Southside: April 23rd, 2018↗ +Never Needed No Help: April 23rd, 2018↗ +Traumatized (Lil Baby feature) [Deleted]: April 26th, 2018↗ +Gossip (Lil Baby feature): May 1st, 2018↗ +100 Racks (Lil Baby feature): May 2nd, 2018↗ +Trap House (Lil Baby feature): May 2nd, 2018↗ +Bankrupt (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): May 11th, 2018↗ +Yes Indeed: May 12th, 2018↗ +I Just Want The Cash (Lil Baby feature): May 17th, 2018↗ +Intro: May 18th, 2018↗ +Spazz: May 18th, 2018↗ +I’m Straight: May 18th, 2018↗ +Exotic: May 18th, 2018↗ +Leaked: May 18th, 2018↗ +Bank: May 18th, 2018↗ +Cash: May 18th, 2018↗ +Throwing Shade: May 18th, 2018↗ +First Class: May 18th, 2018↗ +Right Now: May 18th, 2018↗ +Life Goes On: May 18th, 2018↗ +Transporter: May 18th, 2018↗ +Fit In: May 18th, 2018↗ +Boss Bitch: May 18th, 2018↗ +Dirty Money (Lil Baby feature): May 30th, 2018↗ +This Morning (Lil Baby feature): June 3rd, 2018↗ +Today (Lil Baby feature): June 3rd, 2018↗ +Talk 2 Cheap (Lil Baby feature): June 15th, 2018↗ +Gamble (Lil Baby feature): June 15th, 2018↗ +Bout 2 Win (Lil Baby feature): June 19th, 2018↗ +Another Planet (Lil Baby feature): July 2nd, 2018↗ +Posse (Lil Baby feature): July 13th, 2018↗ +No Cutt (Lil Baby feature): August 3rd, 2018↗ +2 Official (Lil Baby feature): August 7th, 2018↗ +Racks on Me (Lil Baby feature): August 7th, 2018↗ +Blue Strips (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): August 17th, 2018↗ +Chanel (Go Get It) (Lil Baby feature): August 17th, 2018↗ +Looking For 30's: August 17th, 2018↗ +Walk In (Lil Baby feature): August 21st, 2018↗ +Weight (Lil Baby feature): August 22nd, 2018↗ +Drip Too Hard: September 9th, 2018↗ +Ice (Lil Baby feature): September 10th, 2018↗ +Anything Goes (Lil Baby feature): September 14th, 2018↗ +Do It (Lil Baby feature): September 17th, 2018↗ +Geek’d (Lil Baby feature): September 18th, 2018↗ +Check On Me (Lil Baby feature): September 19th, 2018↗ +Nervous (Lil Baby feature): September 20th, 2018↗ +Off The Muscle (Lil Baby feature): September 21st, 2018↗ +That Weight (Lil Baby feature): September 26th, 2018↗ +Cash Rules (Lil Baby feature): September 28th, 2018↗ +Sunday Morning (Lil Baby feature): September 28th, 2018↗ +Downfall (Lil Baby feature): September 28th, 2018↗ +Blue Tips (Lil Baby feature): October 1st, 2018↗ +Today (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): October 2nd, 2018↗ +Off White VLONE: October 5th, 2018↗ +Business Is Business: October 5th, 2018↗ +Belly: October 5th, 2018↗ +Deep End: October 5th, 2018↗ +Underdog: October 5th, 2018↗ +I Am: October 5th, 2018↗ +Seals Pills: October 5th, 2018↗ +My Jeans: October 5th, 2018↗ +Close Friends: October 5th, 2018↗ +Never Recover: October 5th, 2018↗ +LET ME FIND OUT (Lil Baby feature): October 10th, 2018↗ +LOSE IT (Lil Baby feature): October 11th, 2018↗ +Pablo Remix (Lil Baby feature): October 12th, 2018↗ +SaintLaurentYSL (Lil Baby feature): October 19th, 2018↗ +FlEXiBle (Lil Baby feature): October 26th, 2018↗ +Rapper & Trapper (Lil Baby feature): October 31st, 2018↗ +All Rats Must Die (Lil Baby feature): October 31st, 2018↗ +Lil Bebe (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): November 2nd, 2018↗ +Fugazi (Lil Baby feature): November 9th, 2018↗ +HIBACHI (Lil Baby feature): November 15th, 2018↗ +Season (Lil Baby feature): November 16th, 2018↗ +Fall Back (Lil Baby feature): November 16th, 2018↗ +TIC TOC (Lil Baby feature): November 27th, 2018↗ +Far Gone (Lil Baby feature): November 30th, 2018↗ +Global: November 30th, 2018↗ +Pure Cocaine: November 30th, 2018↗ +Crush a Lot: November 30th, 2018↗ +Time: November 30th, 2018↗ +Ready: November 30th, 2018↗ +Word on the Street: November 30th, 2018↗ +This Week: November 30th, 2018↗ +Anyway: November 30th, 2018↗ +No Friends: November 30th, 2018↗ +Realist in It: November 30th, 2018↗ +Section 8: November 30th, 2018↗ +Chastised: November 30th, 2018↗ +Dreams 2 Reality: November 30th, 2018↗ +Alley Oop (Lil Baby feature): December 13th, 2018↗ +Need Sum Mo (Lil Baby feature): December 14th, 2018↗ +Had To Do It (Lil Baby feature): December 18th, 2018↗ +Cross Me (Lil Baby feature): December 20th, 2018↗ +can’t leave without it (Lil Baby feature): December 21st, 2018↗ +Chances Make Champions (Lil Baby feature): December 27th, 2018↗2019 Drops:Done With Her (Lil Baby feature): January 18th, 2019↗ +Times 10 (Lil Baby feature): January 18th, 2019↗ +Put a Date on It (Lil Baby feature): January 25th, 2019↗ +Run Up A Bag (Lil Baby feature): February 13th, 2019↗ +SOMETHING NEW (Lil Baby feature): February 15th, 2019↗ +Derek Fisher (Lil Baby feature): February 22nd, 2019↗ +Trap (Lil Baby feature): February 28th, 2019↗ +EX (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): March 8th, 2019↗ +Not Us (Lil Baby feature): March 15th, 2019↗ +Your Peace (Lil Baby feature): March 22nd, 2019↗ +SaintLaurentYSL (The Martinez Brothers Re-Edit) (Lil Baby feature): April 10th, 2019↗ +Call Me Daddy (Lil Baby feature): April 12th, 2019↗ +Got Em Mad (Lil Baby feature): April 19th, 2019↗ +Wave (Lil Baby feature): April 26th, 2019↗ +Water (Lil Baby feature): April 26th, 2019↗ +Pretty Penny (Lil Baby feature): April 26th, 2019↗ +Pain: May 14th, 2019↗ +Pony: May 17th, 2019↗ +You Stay (Lil Baby feature): May 17th, 2019↗ +Weather the Storm (Lil Baby feature): May 17th, 2019↗ +Ain’t Gone Lie (Lil Baby feature): May 24th, 2019↗ +Baby Shower (Lil Baby feature): May 27th↗ +Da Real HoodBabies (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): May 28th, 2019↗ +Leave Em Alone: May 29th, 2019↗ +WWYA (Lil Baby feature): May 31st, 2019↗ +I Like It (Lil Baby feature): May 31st, 2019↗ +PLENTY VIBES (Lil Baby feature): May 31st, 2019↗ +Bother You (Lil Baby feature): June 2nd, 2019↗ +Pop Out Again (Lil Baby feature): June 7th, 2019↗ +Beat Up Remix (Lil Baby feature): June 13th, 2019↗ +​sex money feelings die REMIX (Lil Baby feature): June 14th, 2019↗ +Phone Down: June 19th, 2019↗ +Out the Mud: June 21st, 2019↗ +ICE (Lil Baby feature): June 21st, 2019↗ +Red Eye (Lil Baby feature): July 5th, 2019↗ +Baby: July 17th, 2019↗ +Mac 10 (Lil Baby feature): July 24th, 2019↗ +Wave (YehMe2 Remix) (Lil Baby feature): August 1st, 2019↗ +Wave (Bijou Remix) (Lil Baby feature): August 1st, 2019↗ +Boutta Blow (Lil Baby feature): August 5th, 2019↗ +Bad Bad Bad (Lil Baby feature): August 16th, 2019↗ +Back On: August 16th, 2019↗ +Ride: August 16th, 2019↗ +Bando Beaters (Lil Baby feature): August 20th, 2019↗ +Thumb (Lil Baby feature): August 23rd, 2019↗ +Fendi Drip (Lil Baby feature): August 30th, 2019↗ +On the Road (Lil Baby feature): September 6th, 2019↗ +Nookie (Lil Baby feature): September 12th, 2019↗ +Petty (Lil Baby feature): September 27th, 2019↗ +TOES (Lil Baby feature): September 27th, 2019↗ +Shine Like Beyoncé (Lil Baby feature): September 28th, 2019↗ +Fw The Kidd (Lil Baby feature): October 6th, 2019↗ +Tootsies (Lil Baby feature): October 11th, 2019↗ +Decline (Lil Baby feature): October 11th, 2019↗ +Drip Like Dis (Lil Baby feature): October 23rd, 2019↗ +Toast Up: November 8th, 2019↗ +Woah: November 8th, 2019↗ +Night Shift (Lil Baby feature): November 8th, 2019↗ +Down Like That (Lil Baby feature): November 8th, 2019↗ +Catch the Sun: November 15th, 2019↗ +How I Move (Lil Baby feature): November 22nd, 2019↗ +HIGHEST IN THE ROOM (REMIX) (Lil Baby feature): December 27th, 2019↗2020 Drops:U Played (Lil Baby feature): January 3rd, 2020↗ +Sum 2 Prove: January 10th, 2020↗ +DO DAT (Lil Baby feature): January 17th, 2020↗ +9 Times Out of 10 (Remix) (Lil 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#Freestyle147: March 6th, 2020↗ +Lil Baby Freestyle With DJ Clue: March 6th, 2020↗ +TRAPPER (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): March 8th, 2020↗ +Weekend (Lil Baby feature): March 13th, 2020↗ +Stuck Together (Lil Baby feature): March 13th, 2020↗ +Big Drip (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): March 13th, 2020↗ +Pissed Off (Lil Baby feature): March 13th, 2020↗ +Odd Man (Lil Baby feature): March 27th, 2020↗ +Not a Rapper (Lil Baby feature): March 27th, 2020↗ +Stuck Together (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): March 31st, 2020↗ +Pornstar (Lil Baby feature): April 3rd, 2020↗ +Narcs (Lil Baby feature): April 5th, 2020↗ +Like Home (Lil Baby feature): April 10th, 2020↗ +Get Even (Lil Baby feature): April 17th, 2020↗ +All In: April 23rd, 2020↗ +Social Distancing: May 1st, 2020↗ +Low Down: May 1st, 2020↗ +Humble: May 1st, 2020↗ +Get Money: May 1st, 2020↗ +We Paid: May 1st, 2020↗ +3 Headed Goat (Lil Baby feature): May 7th, 2020↗ +DEALER (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): May 7th, 2020↗ +Be Something (Lil Baby feature): May 15th, 2020↗ +No Chill (Lil Baby feature): May 15th, 2020↗ +BLINDFOLD (Lil Baby feature): May 22nd, 2020↗ +Prospect (Lil Baby feature): May 22nd, 2020↗ +Neva Know (Lil Baby feature): May 22nd, 2020↗ +Both Sides (Lil Baby feature): May 29th, 2020↗ +Code of tha Streets (Lil Baby feature): June 1st, 2020↗ +The Bigger Picture: June 12th, 2020↗ +One Shot (Lil Baby feature): June 18th, 2020↗ +COVID (Lil Baby feature): June 19th, 2020↗ +Flewed Out (Lil Baby feature): June 20th, 2020↗ +Drop A Tear (Lil Baby feature): June 26th, 2020↗ +Back at It (Lil Baby feature): June 26th, 2020↗ +Know My Rights (Lil Baby feature): June 26th, 2020↗ +Monday to Sunday (Lil Baby feature): June 26th, 2020↗ +For the Night (Lil Baby feature): July 3rd, 2020↗ +Loose Screws (Lil Baby feature): July 24th, 2020↗ +Don’t Wanna Do It (Lil Baby feature): July 24th, 2020↗ +Always n Forever (Lil Baby feature): July 30th, 2020↗ +Narrow Road (Lil Baby feature): July 30th, 2020↗ +She Know (Lil Baby feature): August 3rd, 2020↗ +Rags2Riches 2 (Lil Baby feature): August 7th, 2020↗ +Too Many M’s (Lil Baby feature): August 7th, 2020↗ +24 (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): August 14th, 2020↗ +Don’t Need Time (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): August 25th, 2020↗ +Why Do You Lie to Me (Lil Baby feature): August 28th, 2020↗ +TRENCHES: August 31st, 2020↗ +Wild Child (Lil Baby feature): October 1st, 2020↗ +Why Do You Lie To Me (Keanu Silva Remix) (Lil Baby feature): October 2nd, 2020↗ +Done With Her 2.0 (Lil Baby feature): October 2nd, 2020↗ +Window Shopping (Lil Baby feature): October 9th, 2020↗ +Pardon (Lil Baby feature): October 15th, 2020↗ +Why Do You Lie to Me (twocolors Remix) (Lil Baby feature): October 16th, 2020↗ +I Met Tay Keith First (Lil Baby feature): October 30th, 2020↗ +Don’t Need Friends (Lil Baby feature): November 6th, 2020↗ +So Crazy (Lil Baby feature): November 9th, 2020↗ +Mud (Lil Baby feature): November 13th, 2020↗ +Why Do You Lie To Me (Besomorph Remix) (Lil Baby feature): November 20th, 2020↗ +Just How I’m Feelin’: November 27th, 2020↗ +Walk (Lil Baby feature): November 27th, 2020↗ +SPEND IT (Lil Baby feature): November 27th, 2020↗ +On Me: December 4th, 2020↗ +Errbody: December 4th, 2020↗ +Sex Lies (Lil Baby feature): December 11th, 2020↗ +Face of My City (Lil Baby feature): December 11th, 2020↗ +Why Do You Lie To Me (Wierd Genius Remix) (Lil Baby feature): December 11th, 2020↗ +Why Do You Lie To Me (NØ SIGNE Remix) (Lil Baby feature): December 18th, 2020↗ +Sticky (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): December 18th, 2020↗ +Sticky (Remix) (Lil Baby feature): December 18th, 2020↗ +Crazy Story, Pt. 5 (Lil Baby feature): December 18th, 2020↗2021 Drops:UGLY (Lil Baby feature): January 8th, 2021↗ +Trap It Out (Lil Baby feature): January 22nd, 2021↗ +Finesse Out the Gang Way (Lil Baby feature): January 29th, 2021↗ +Living Life (Lil Baby feature): February 11th, 2021↗ +Real As It Gets: March 4th, 2021↗ +Wants and Needs (Lil Baby feature): March 5th, 2021↗ +Skittles (Lil Baby feature): March 12th, 2021↗ +Paid the Fine (Lil Baby feature): April 16th, 2021↗ +On Me (Remix): April 27th, 2021↗ +EVERY CHANCE I GET (Lil Baby feature): April 30th, 2021↗ +I DID IT (Lil Baby feature): April 30th, 2021↗ +BODY IN MOTION (Lil Baby feature): April 30th, 2021↗ +Ramen & OJ: April 30th, 2021↗ +​​p r i d e . i s . t h e . d e v i l: May 14th, 2021↗ +Slidin: May 19th, 2021↗ +Welcome to the Riches (Lil Baby feature): May 21st, 2021↗ +We Win: May 21st, 2021↗ +Voice of the Heroes: May 31st, 2021↗ +2040: June 4th, 2021↗ +Hats Off: June 4th, 2021↗ +Who I Want: June 4th, 2021↗ +Still Hood: June 4th, 2021↗ +Man of My Word: June 4th, 2021↗ +Still Runnin: June 4th, 2021↗ +Medical: June 4th, 2021↗ +How It Feels: June 4th, 2021↗ +Lying: June 4th, 2021↗ +Okay: June 4th, 2021↗ +That’s Facts: June 4th, 2021↗ +Please: June 4th, 2021↗ +Up the Side: June 4th, 2021↗ +If You Want To: June 4th, 2021↗ +Rich Off Pain: June 4th, 2021↗ +Make It Out: June 4th, 2021↗ +Bruised Up: June 4th, 2021↗ +Mastercard (Lil Baby feature): June 11th, 2021↗ +Trap Shit (Lil Baby feature): June 18th, 2021↗ +Find A Way (Lil Baby feature): June 18th, 2021↗ +Whole Lotta Ice (Lil Baby feature): June 30th, 2021↗EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Check UpDon't call my phone, don't leave no message +That girl was swerving me, diamonds [?] better than [?] on level +Up all night don't buss on my chick, spent 200 for the ? +Y'all niggas fuck that check up, y'all niggas fuck that check up (aye)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Ghetto[Hook] +Not a nigga out the ghetto +Tryna make it out the ghetto +I got love for my ghetto +Shout out to my ghetto +It all started in the ghetto +[Verse 1] +Not a nigga out the ghetto +Straight off the corner +Thug rules and thug school boy +I walked out on ya +Save yo whole corner, ghetto remedies +Another ghetto nigga up in jail when they sentence me +Preach I got enemies +Deep but they scared of me +Ghetto ass nigga with a rap gift god blessing me +[?] taught you mad video games +My uncles caught me [?] real cocaine +If gods is in vein +We all get slain +We come to them Glocks +Some making the music +Some hustle the block +Some take what you got +Run in you ho-house gotta feed the happy +Message to every nigga in the ghetto +[Hook] +[Verse 2] +Get to my ghetto, South Baton Rouge +When niggas love me I'm the realest with a thousand goons +[?] die with me +Boss man got major rank +Me and Lil Bleek hitting jack town set about 80 pounds +Been on that rail road +[?] +Lots of real niggas +Rick got them soldiers (ask Kurby) +Late night, Halloween, real [?] +Niggas love the ghetto cuz the block always hiring +White sheets, sirens, the ambulance they late though +The bitches took they time when the [?] +We be stacking dough +14 years old +[?] you ain't gon' do that you 14 you coming home +For that old lady on the poster junkie smoking dope +Lil dude I see [?] +For dead homies we got chance +Rolex watches we got stacks +Another ghetto rich nigga from across the tracks +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Check[Verse 1] +Get it if you can, if you cannot get up off the pot +You been missing, pissing up the spot a lot +And I've been waiting on the sideline, give you the guideline +Get up in that pocket like a pocket light, but they don't rock it right +They don't concern me, can't even burn me +Not even with a lighter, all them liars, they ain't worthy +You heard me, I'm a loner: me, myself, and I +I'm a powerhouse, ready to collide with the greatest tide +It's like a typhoon in the making +What I'm saying leave your whole city shaking, broken down, better start praying +I ain't playing, this ain't hopscotch, on the block, or skelly up in den streets +Get jelly whenever we meet +Chic, I'm about my paper; dudes, see ya later +South side of the equator, so hot, gotta thank my maker +I'm here, flow with the best of them, get low with the rest of them +Rang the alarm in '88 and I'm still buzzin' +Cousin, they trying to hate, but I just elevate +Get it straight: I'm Lyte as a rock and they featherweight +[Hook] +You said you seen it all, but you ain't never seen the Lyte +They talk a good game, but they ain't ready for this life +I'm trying to give you the code, let the future unfold +I had to follow them rules, that's how I open them doors +[Hook] +I put that work in; check +Hustle hard; check +I paid my dues; yep +I gave you hits like Ruffneck +And I'm still grinding; yep +Still shining; yep +I'm all that's left; yep +I'm still the best, but you ain't yet +[Verse 2] +I'm living life to the fullest, everywhere I go they ask +How you pass like a bullet, speed of Lyte and that Lytro gas +Here I go, there I go, here I go again +I ain't no fad like Michael Jack, they know I'm Bad +Not bad meaning bad, but bad meaning good +You from the hood, you understood, and understand just who I am +I live to be free, I live for the beat, I live for the biz +That's what it is, no wondering, I get it in, I get it done +You are the one, but I am the Lyte; without me, you're out of sight +I'm taking this entire game to a new height +Just watch me, just like you do YouTube and Hulu +Lyte is back and all over this map like who knew +Rapping to you; listen because I might not say it again +Find good people, wave them in +Let them haters and them [?] ain't know saving them +It's casualties in this game of life, that may not seem right +So if you get it, then get it get it, then get it right +[Pre-Hook] +You said you seen it all, but you ain't never seen the Lyte +They talk a good game, but they ain't ready for this life +I'm trying to give you the code, let the future unfold +I had to follow them rules, that's how I open them doors +[Hook] +I put that work in; check +Hustle hard; check +I paid my dues; yep +I gave you hits like Ruffneck +And I'm still grinding; yep +Still shining; yep +I'm all that's left; yep +I'm still the best, but you ain't yet + +RIP[Verse 1: Styles P] +Make your movie in HD, bet you it ain't a saga +Me, I'm a slinger; you a singer like Lady Gaga +I could see through you 'bout as clear as Ciroc Vodka +Knock out your teeth with the back of the mic proper +I don't give a fuck about a chopper +Leave you in the doctor; I-Pod filled with Big Poppa +Make sixteens I call Oscars for actors +Get in your neck and your back like chiropractors +I'm so nice I could give you a fact backwards +"Out hardest the is Ghost", keep your kids close +Sick when I was nine years old, ask my kinfolk +My people been broke, a couple been rich +If rap was jail, I'd be running the whole pen, bitch +Ghost, Talib and Jean Grae +X-Men of hip hop, and still rock harder than Green Day +Classic like vinyl but let the machines spray +[Hook: Talib Kweli] +Come on peel a bill off the knot, in ya pocket +Be a super star at the bar, we 'bout to lock it down +Got green in the black sacks of chocolate +Stop it, before you say something that's out of pocket +Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket +Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket +Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket +Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket +[Verse 2: Jean Grae] +(Get your rock out of my pocket, nigga!) +No it's not...like Charlie Brown who got a {ROCK!} +In his pocket trick or treating, I mean I'm a medium +For leaking heat, a freaking genie, Jean's a genius +You idiots, I'm mean to you, sweetie and I'm a queen +I don't swing open like Lamborghini doors do -- whores do +My job is to floor you, block you and ignore you +Pop you like a blocked call, I'm like Rockmore +You watching me like Rockwell's pop song just popped on +(Your lockjaw's a good thing) I'm glad I put the hammer to it +My handlers will handle this (Ma'am, she didn't do it) +Yeah, what they said, don't want no arraignments rocking round +That would be worse than K-Fed doing "PopoZao" +Right in my momma's house with his little rocket out +Jesus! Wet my fingers and just stick 'em in the socket now (Please) +I'd rather be dead than watch wack shit +Color me gone, fill in the dirt, tell 'em I kicked... ten buckets +And it's all your fault, I'm rotting +Shouldn'ta done that, lied about rocking +Huh, it's all your fault I'm rotting +You shouldn'ta done that, lied about rocking +[Hook] +[Verse Three: Talib Kweli] +What is it? ... What, is you tryin to lose your life? +Ancient wisdom like Druids but I'm foolish on the mic +Flow the truest, undisputed cause I do it how I like +It's the crack so the fiends' lips is bluish from the pipe +Nice try, you ain't fly, you lying on the ProTools +Yeah, your vocals mighta flew but you local like Q +Applying these old rules to new dudes don't work +Even though they softer than yogurt, and covert +If you don't work you don't eat +You fuck around and get higher than a nosebleed seat, try to compete +Ya done beat yourself before ya even started +E'rybody knows you don't go full retarded, bogus artists +Rock the stage, you going off the page and making no sense +The way I do these rappers so ugly the flow is grotesque +Your flow is Kotex, it's no contest +You a foe, unidentified flying object +[Hook] + +Want the Money[Bridge: PeeWee Longway] +Can't nothing beat the failure but a try +Well I'm trying to get me some money +Bitch want to fucking lay up all night +Well I'm trying to get me some money +I can't wait to stay down 'til I get right +Well I'm trying to get me some money +Sending packs state to state whatever flavor you like +Long as you sending your money +[Hook: PeeWee Longway] +I just want the money baby, I just want the money +I just want the money baby, I just want the money +I just want the money baby, I just want the money +I just want the money baby, I just want the money +[Verse 1: PeeWee Longway] +Run it up then I fuck on every bitch that I like +All she wanted was two hunna +Bricks in the fender, bags in the trunk of the Honda +That bitch ain't goin' chasing that money +No I'm not new to this money +I'm so consistent with thumbing +Trap that bitch spot before she get a single buck +That O.J. Mayo like I play for the Bucks +Slam dunking from the A to the Gump +Good clean came in, went and criss crossed them +Hit with the beater watch it come back +You ain't seen a nigga face in the trap in a while +Must've thought I fucked up ain't coming back +I send my shooters come in back-to-back +That's just because of my social status +Bitch mad that a nigga hit the trap all night +Ain't got the time to get the groceries baby +They pull up to the trap like vultures +Longway consistent in motion +Watching the pack just scatter like roaches +The spot on Beta XXX, beat it down, got ghost +I just want the money baby, I just want the money +I just want the money baby, I just want the money +[Bridge: PeeWee Longway] +Can't nothing beat the failure but a try +Well I'm trying to get me some money +Bitch want to fucking lay up all night +Well I'm trying to get me some money +I can't wait to stay down 'til I get right +Well I'm trying to get me some money +Sending packs state to state whatever flavor you like +Long as you sending your money +[Hook: PeeWee Longway] +I just want the money baby, I just want the money +I just want the money baby, I just want the money +I just want the money baby, I just want the money +I just want the money baby, I just want the money +[Verse 2: Lil Durk] +Money money money put a ring on it +I'm a rapper but you know I'm gon’ sing on it +All white everything lookin’ clean on it +Ain't Kevin Gates but I might put a band on it +[Bridge: PeeWee Longway] +Can't nothing beat the failure but a try +Well I'm trying to get me some money +Bitch want to fucking lay up all night +Well I'm trying to get me some money +I can't wait to stay down 'til I get right +Well I'm trying to get me some money +Sending packs state to state whatever flavor you like +Long as you sending your money +[Hook: PeeWee Longway] +I just want the money baby, I just want the money +I just want the money baby, I just want the money +I just want the money baby, I just want the money +I just want the money baby, I just want the moneyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +God Is (Dr. Dre Remix)[Choral Intro: Sunday Service Choir] +[Verse: Kanye] +Everything that hath breath praise the Lord +Worship Christ with the best of your portions +I know I won't forget all He's done +He's the strength in this race that I run +Every time I look up, I see God's faithfulness +And it shows just how much He is miraculous +I can't keep it to myself, I can't sit here and be still +Everybody, I will tell 'til the whole world is healed +King of Kings, Lord of Lords, all the things He has in store +From the rich to the poor, all are welcome through the door +You won't ever be the same when you call on Jesus' name +Listen to the words I'm sayin', Jesus saved me, now I'm sane +And I know, I know God is the force that picked me up +I know Christ is the fountain that filled my cup +I know God is alive, yeah +He has opened up my vision +Giving me a revelation +This ain't 'bout a dead religion +Jesus brought a revolution +All the captives are forgiven +Time to break down all the prisons +Every man, every woman +There is freedom from addiction +Jesus, You have my soul +Sunday Service on a roll +All my idols, let 'em go +All the demons, let 'em know +This a mission, not a show +This is my eternal soul +This my kids, this the crib +This my wife, this my life +This my God-given right +Thank You, Jesus, won the fight (fight) +Fight (fight, fight, fight, fight, fight) +[Choral Outro: Sunday Service Choir] + +I Get It[Hook] +I get money, I-I get money +I-I get, I get, I get, I get +(Don't ask me how I get it, it get it aiight) +I get money, money is got +(Ah, ah, I get it) +I-I get money, money is got +(Ah, ah, I get it) +I-I get money, money is got +(Ah, ah, I get it) +I get money, money is got, money-money is got +(Yeeeeeah, I run New York) +I get money, money is got +(Ah, ah, I get it) +I-I get money, money is got +(Ah, ah, I get it) +I-I get money, money is got, money-money is got +(Ah, ah, I get it, yeeeeeah, I run New York) +[Verse] +The bank don't stop cause they put me in cuffs +Still made money up in the can, what the fuck +I'd have a baby by you, baby, if you a billionaire +Write the check before I cum, just sign right here +I'm gon' stay rich +I ain't gon' die tryin' to spend my shit +I'mma die tryna spend your shit +Nowadays these rap niggas on some feminine shit +So I guess Queen Bee gon' be the man of this shit +Laughin' at these rap bitches on some amatuer shit +They better off makin' a livin' on some janitor shit +Who the hell is this chick? She been out kinda long +Had one hot song, I'm sorry I missed it +Too busy being Conceited, puttin' on my lipstick +Takin' trips out in Cali, chillin' with the Hiltons +Yeeeeeah, I'm chillin', Kim top billin' +With the top down, throwin' money through the ceilin' +I get it, the lifestyle that you only rap about +I live it, my man buy cars that you hoes be rentin' +I'm classy like a Phatom, you a Honda Civic +Lil' Kim got your whole bank stopped, I get it + +Exhausted[Intro] +Are we fuckin' through it yet? +I'm exhausted +I didn't get in the crib 'til six in the mornin', man +Shit, I ain't even wake up 'til six in the afternoon, man +Perc had me high as fuck, man +Damn +[Chorus] +That Perc got me exhausted, lean got me exhausted +My bitch got me exhausted, exhausted +That loud got me exhausted, exhausted +Can't pick up, I'm exhausted, exhausted +That drink got me exhausted, exhausted +Blowin' my phone up, this bitch lost it, she lost it +Too much shit got me exhausted, I'm off it +Exhausted, exhausted +[Verse] +Too much shit got me exhausted, I'm off it, can't call it +All these hoes keep calling (Callin') they lost it, get off me (Get off me) +Young nigga, I been ballin' (Ballin'), fuck niggas think I lost it (Lost it) +Fifty block down, Halsted (Skrrt) +Swaggin' up, and I'm saucin' (Saucin') +High as fuck, I be off it (Off it) +Got some real brothers that'll off you (Off you) +Supreme hoodie, shirt Off-White (Off-White) +I remember back then, had to sell white (Sell White) +Just so a nigga could stay right (Stay right) +Exhausted early, it's still daylight (Daylight) +She only wanna come around for the hype (Hype) +Get head and put it out for the night +[Chorus] +That Perc got me exhausted, lean got me exhausted +My bitch got me exhausted, exhausted +That loud got me exhausted, exhausted +Can't pick up, I'm exhausted, exhausted +That drink got me exhausted, exhausted +Blowin' my phone up, this bitch lost it, she lost it +Too much shit got me exhausted, I'm off it +Exhausted, exhausted +[Refrain] +Run up on me, best be cautious +[Verse 2] +Run up on me, best be cautious +Blow that bitch, no conscience +Fuck twelve and fuck your honor +Snitch niggas'll put you under +That's why I don't fuck with none of 'em +On point like Russ with that thunder +High as fuck off of ganja +That Tooka just put me under +Shoot it us, we don't stop 'til you honor +Hit a nigga all in his stomach +Perc 30 turned me to a monster +Might whack a nigga at my concert +[Chorus] +Perc got me exhausted, lean got me exhausted +My bitch got me exhausted, exhausted +That loud got me exhausted, exhausted +Can't pick up, I'm exhausted, exhausted +That drink got me exhausted, exhausted +Blowin' my phone up, this bitch lost it, she lost it +Too much shit got me exhausted, I'm off it +Exhausted, exhaustedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +N/AN/AEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Heart of Stone[Chorus: U-God] +I got a heart of stone, flesh and bone +Red skin tone, rap syndrome +[U-God] +I'm that street sweeper, dope beat finder +Forty four piece, keep on pushing with a meat grinder +Heat mizer, to all you competitors +You regular, regular, I'm ten steps ahead of ya +Return of the predator, let me demonstrate +Make niggas spill blood like women menunstrate +And I'm, fresh out the gate, guess who trunkin' through +If he fight to the death, I'mma buckle you +Yea, I'm all stressed out, I'm not confortable +I don't play by your rules, I stick and move +Everyday that you do, catches up to you +I want my cake and eat it too, stop the game +Leave bruises on your neck, when I pop your chain +Yeah, the hunger/pain, make me an awesome thug +I'm my own verdict, fuck the jury, the judge +Yeah, hear me loud, I bring fury to clubs +[Chorus] +[U-God] +I rap gritty, cuz the city's infested +I got the city trapped, trapped in my deathgrip +When the tech spit, we bang out excedrin +Yeah, you wet kid, the aftershock's around ya +Can't wait to let off, the eighteen pounder +The bulldog growler, potato on the end +I don't turn belly up, or jelly on a friend +They held me in the pens, twenty three hour options +Locked in, now I'm in the top ten +I'll never bend, heads give up +When I, see ready for, dead in the dust +I throw up the crust, then I shatter they mask +It's a must, it's a must, that I shoot fast, come on! +[Chorus] +[U-God] +The streets is like Satan, I'm from the Hill +Cuz people keep hating, cuz I score at will +Don't fuck with new niggas, I figured they wired +I set 'em on fire, like the name was Pryor +I'm a livewire brother, that's something superb +Want a glass room mansion, up in New Jers' +Puff a dutch and an herb, stay in touch with ya bird +In an all black Phantom, crushing the curbs +Spill my guts on my word, cuz my measure is lethal +From the Oooh Building, my Resident Evil +Throw consecutive free throws, I'm poppin' the Don +Better, clear the way, another blow from the Arm +And don't be alarmed, when I'm scrappin' this CREAM +With knicks the size of ice cubes, taking your fiends +And I popped out the rifle and M-16 +You see me on the screen with the Charlie's Angels +All in the closet, keep nothing but Kangols +Catch him in Bahamas eating all the mango's +Call in for drama, bring on the pay load +[Chorus 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Doin’ the Most[Intro] +Alright +Alright +(Wheezy Beats) +[Chorus] +Lil' bitch, I ain't checkin' on you, I get the guap, I flex on you, ooh +She suck my dick with no tooth, not in her house, right in the coupe, ooh +Diamonds they black, they ain't blue, with the white in it like Pepé Le Pew, ooh +I took that bitch in her room, I can't just hit one I gotta hit two, uh +You know I'm doing the most (Most) +You know she call me the GOAT (GOAT) +I put my dick in her throat (Yeah) +Then I gotta say "Buenas Noches" (Ayy) +[Verse 1] +I flood my chain it's a choker (Chain) +Dick in her throat, it's gon' choke her (Woo) +Yeah, her last boyfriend so broke (Yeah) +Lil Uzi, rich like stockbroker, uh (Ayy) +My new bitch straight off the poster, uh (Ayy) +Skin the same color as mocha, uh (Ayy) +On your block, watch how I post up +Stayed a real nigga just like I'm 'posed to, uh +About my bread, I might toast ya, uh +My new gun came with a holster, uh (Yuh) +This is a Lamb not a Lotus, uh (Skrr) +I put a 12 in a Roadster, uh (Skrr) +'Member I couldn't get a token, yah +Pocket so fat that they pokin', yah +I had to go count up a check today (Ayy) +Rollie got diamonds, I flex today (Ayy) +No, she did not give the sex away +But I heard she gave the neck away (Huh) +Found out that boy was extra fake +On his lil' head, put that extra cake (Ahh) +24 hours, get extra baked (Ahh) +Now I gotta give my Tec away (Ahh) +Gucci my jeans and these Prada my waist +Now that bitch tryna molest my face (Yuh) +Fucked your lil' bitch so I rest my case +.357 he rest the case (Ayy) +Pull up with sticks, hit 'em, extra case (Yuh) +I got the sauce, I got extra taste (Lil Uzi) +[Bridge] +Now I'm movin' smart, I can't lose (I can't lose) +I just want 'em all, I can't choose (I can't choose) +I put plus ones in my jewels (In my jewels) +Went to the stars, mars, then the moon (And the moon) +[Verse 2] +Get the work in from my homies (Work) +Get the work right in the morning (Yah) +She eat it up 'til I'm snoring (Uh) +I beat it up 'til it's boring (Yah) +Diamonds look like when you open your eyes in the mornin' (Uh) +The crack of dawnin' (Ayy) +I turned to a star, man (Star, man) +My new crib it got a doorman (Uh) +I know some niggas that's warrin' (Ahh) +Poppin' it out for like 4 bands (Ahh) +These bitches they be recordin' +My money stretch out like accordion (Yah) +See, accordin' to my plans +Couple more months, I will be the man (Be the man) +[Chorus] +Lil' bitch, I ain't checkin' on you, I get the guap, I flex on you, ooh +She suck my dick with no tooth, not in her house, right in the coupe, ooh +Diamonds they black, they ain't blue, with the white in it like Pepé Le Pew, ooh +I took that bitch in her room, I can't just hit one I gotta hit two, uh +You know I'm doing the most (Most) +You know she call me the GOAT (GOAT) +I put my dick in her throat (Yeah) +Then I gotta say "Buenas Noches" (Ayy) +[Outro] +I had to go count up a check today26EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +North Star (Jewels)[Intro: Popa Wu & Raekwon] +You know, God, I just been, you know what I'm sayin'? +Doing my regular thing, man +So I'ma get back up with you though, baby +Know what I'm sayin'? You know you my nigga, kid +I'ma always come through for you, baby (Yo, man) +Like I was sayin', this shit is real though, man (All the time) +This shit is so real, man, you already know (Word) +(Arm and Leg, Leg, Arm and Head) +Yo, man, that's you man (Bring her over here) +Yo, peace, Rae, peace, God +(We've got the powers to resurrect the dead) +What's up, baby? God damn, look at you, man +Damn, God, I love the shit out you, man +Man, I done watched you, man, since you was a little crumb-snatcher +A little weed-hopper lookin' to runnin' around here, man +Look at you, baby, you look good, you understand? +(We've got the powers to resurrect the dead) +I've watched you go through a lot of trials and tribulations, Rae +(G-O-D's my reality) +But you know something? Like I used to always tell you, baby +A good listener's a good learner +I see you listened very well, you understand? +(I'm elevating strong and I'm gonna go on to the highest degree) +Your time is comin', baby +And see, sometime, it could be like a, a rear view, you know what I'm sayin'? +And people don't know when their blessing comes +But I've watched you grow, baby, man, and you's a very intelligent man +Man, I watched you when I would just sit down +And you would just trick me out my money, shootin' dice, nigga, is you crazy? Hahahaha (Crazy, you crazy, man) +(G-O-D's my reality) +Yo, man, you remember that shit, man? +When we would be down there in the hills and shit, man? +(I'm elevating strong I'm gonna go on to the highest degree) +And you'd catch the— oh, here come Old Man Freed +"Yeah, I'ma get him, ya little slick ass" (Hahahaha) +Talk to me, baby, you know what I'm sayin'? (Hahaha) +I remember all them things +But I'm watchin' you growin' (Yeah) +But remember one thing, Rae, like I used to tell you +The child you was was making you the man you is today +And if you don't know where you came from, baby +You damn sure know— you don't know where you're goin' +Can you see what I'm saying? +(We've got the powers to resurrect the dead, oh) +Know which way you traveling +You understand? And follow that destiny and follow the light +And it'll set you free +(G-O-D's my reality) +'Cause I've watched you, baby, you my main man (Yeah) +(I'm elevating strong and we're gonna go on to the highest degree) +[Verse: Raekwon] +Now that could be the Wu-Tang production +Start to knuckle up and gun shots start to click, the block's duckin' +Could it be and would it be that we was babies? +Catchin' rabies, niggas seem to act crazy +Day one in my spot, July the tenth +I had a mint, stickin' up Devines hittin' them with nines +I was toxie from layin' up in Roxy's all night +This nigga bust a shot, licked my man's wife +It was havoc, I contact the Abbot +He shook the shoulder though, then he passed the phat chrome automatic +We goin' to war, you know he had a two-to-four +He would've did it for me, fuck it, let's mosie +Scheming dough with the P.L.O. wrapped on tight +Sayin' in my mic, "Yo, we gotta go" +My first impression was to ask some lessons +Question one, what made you even show your gun and blow the session? +He replied and rocked the green eye +And, yo, he started yellin', "Them niggas sellin' two for fives" +But he's a goner and I got my corner, what? +I'm feeding my babies, cash rules from morn' to dawning +[Outro: Popa Wu & Raekwon] +Yeah, Rae, baby, check it out +(Arm and Leg, Leg, Arm and Head) +Feedin' my babies, cash rules from morn' to dawning +Only God is the son of man +(We've got the powers to resurrect the dead, oh) +I'ma say this to you one time, and be certain that fake God does not exist +(G-O-D's my reality) +(I'm elevating strong, we're gonna go on to the highest degree) +This is why the universe, by the self-balancing scale of divine knowledge +And it was measured by the portion of solid knowledge +No man can judge for another +(Arm and Leg, Leg, Arm and Head) +But each man must weigh all facts and circumstances +(We've got the powers to resurrect the dead) +And find truth in his own judgment of righteousness +See, the way to evil, balance equality in no man +(Arm and Leg, Leg, Arm and Head) +(We've got the powers to resurrect the dead) +For no man is good and bad at the same time +Either he's good or he's bad + +Intro[Intro] +Know I'm sayin'? +This that new wave shit, know what I'm sayin'? (Ya dig) +Man, this that new wave shit, ya dig? (4 Pockets Full) +Know what I'm sayin'? Watch them eat this one up (know what I'm saying?) +Okay +Free the gang +[Verse] +I'm smoking loud this that moonrock +They tryna sue me cause I'm gettin' paper +I dropped out of school didn't get no education +My momma, she happy 'cause I finally made it +She living better, her house big as fuck +Buy her a Bentayga Bentley truck +With a AP today, tomorrow switch it up +Honeycomb diamonds VVS's cuttin' +Standing on stage, I really came from nothing +I took me a break, don't mean I'm getting rusty +I'm gaining this weight they say I'm getting husky +I stand on front line I'm all about the fuckery +I go where I want, nobody better not fuck with me +Extended the glizzy shoot it 'til it's empty +I come from the projects jumping over fences +I found me a plug and went and made a killing +I think we in love we should just have some children +Them narcs I been sipping got to have me trippin' +I didn’t come to play I had to reinvent me +I handled my business now I'm worth some millions +Remember the safe deposit box was empty +Them niggas weren't fucking with me they weren't friendly +If you weren't with me then, you ain't seeing him with me +We like Kanye and K, you like Bobby and Whitney +Real dope boy I ain't nothing' like the weirdos +Never seen me putting on the weird clothes +It cost a lil' more when it's real gold +We already up keep the field goal +Remember that day that I had lost all that cake +I had to go in the safe +I had to get me a pot and cook that shit up +Had 'em calling me Quay +I had got that shit back in like twenty-some-days +Ain’t no chump change, I’m talkin' bout' 500k +I went straight to the lot and went bought me a wraith +Ain't no more being humble put it in they face +I won't feed in the drama I'm loving the hate +But one thing for sure, Lil Baby go crazy2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Curtis 187[Produced by Havoc] +[Intro] +Ay, nigga tell 'em where you from +Southside, I'm a Southside nigga what? +Nigga stunt, you know I tear a nigga up +[Hook] +They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy +I make a one-eight-seven look easy +Fuck that, I lay my murder game down +Push me nigga, see what I'm about +[Verse 1] +I was a snotty nose, nappy head, dirtball nigga +Saying I can't wait 'til I get a little bigger +After niggas jumped me bumping my head +Thinking I wish I had a gun, I fill a nigga with lead +Took a kitchen knife to finna poke me a nigga +Wishing I had a gun so I could smoke me a nigga +Sold my first five quarter gram pieces in the alley +Where Bizzy had the Bondeville and Kev had the Caddy +Now those were the days, when crime really paid +The nine milli sprayed, I got the fuck out the way +From shootout to shootout, the bricks went fast +Robberies went bad, niggas got blast +Niggas kidnapped Drew grandpa kid +Came through and shot Ms. Leak in the head +You wonder why I got a gun? So I can get down for mine +You need that, out on the grind all the time +[Hook] +They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy +I make a one-eight-seven look easy +Fuck that, I lay my murder game down +Push me nigga, see what I'm about +They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy +I make a one-eight-seven look easy +Fuck that, I lay my murder game down +Push me nigga, see what I'm about +[Verse 2] +It was Kangols, Cazelli shades, Pumas and corn braids +Doo-rags on the waist, brass knuckles, switchblades +Ski mask to get paid, new shells to get sprayed +Hoodrats to get laid, money to get made +Yeah, yeah I had a dream +I was rich, woke up broke, gun in my hand +Saying ''damn, dope cost sixty a gram' +I got to find me a nigga, line me a nigga +And say "give it up kid, before I put one in your wig" +Picture me thirsty, riding 'round foaming out the mouth +Saying "I don't get on, I'mma lay a nigga out" +Now diamonds are beautiful and pearls are precious +I hit you and your bitch both over your necklace +I'm wreckless, I spray the semi drunk off Henny +Wipe your blood off the shines, run and sell 'em to Benny +Fuck with me, y'all niggas know Boo Boo get busy +[Hook] +They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy +I make a one-eight-seven look easy +Fuck that, I lay my murder game down +Push me nigga, see what I'm about +They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy +I make a one-eight-seven look easy +Fuck that, I lay my murder game down +Push me nigga, see what I'm about +[Verse 3] +Yeah, I gave Just a buck-fifty, ask him if I cut niggas +Shootouts in Bedford, ask them if I bucked niggas +In four-fifth they call me Boo Boo, the accident baby +Hennessy and cocaine helped to grime me and make me +My eyes don't cry, I'm a fatherless child +Got my ass whooped in Spofford, but never that now +When my name in your mouth you better watch how you talk +I'll send yo' punk ass to therapy to learn how to walk +I bust a clip, I'll hit ya hip, I'm takin your shit +Thats how the eses play, for that SSK +You probably heard through the grapevine, I'm good out in Watts +Bulletproof shit, cruising through them Compton blocks +I'm the beast from the East, but I play on the West +In the drop by myself with my nine and my vest +And you niggas best be on yo' best behavior +I was bred for this shit, front on me I'mma blaze ya +[Hook] +They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy +I make a one-eight-seven look easy +Fuck that, I lay my murder game down +Push me nigga, see what I'm about +They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy +I make a one-eight-seven look easy +Fuck that, I lay my murder game down +Push me nigga, see what I'm aboutEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Lions Paw Freestyle[Verse 1] +We celebrate by blowing some grass, the mighty green +I'm on the third floor in the crib up in the wifey Beamer +Breaking down plates and charging niggas +Prices is high, don't try to argue niggas +You might get a job from niggas +Yesterday's hopes is yesterday's quotes +They trapped my son, them bastards is done now, they ghost +Sipping Martini cucumbers, watching the crew's numbers +I'm in Cazals, Raymond Weils, and Miguels +Spanish house of love, mi casa su casa +Two rastas with me, who the bumba...? +High tech Macs for faggot niggas +Niggas don't wear Airs no more, they wear Chanels, word sale +Outta their face if they funny niggas +Look at these creatures, no hope, no gear +Niggas needed me to teach 'em +I'm at the swap meet with shorty +Me, Top, Phife and Life +Perry and Soup, Molly and Mike +With 17 bad Wis's all over age, you crazy +Them bitches is millionaires with babies +Suits on A-Team, hundred [?] goose on +Watch [?] time, I know my rooster calling +Wild, wearing wing tips that's high top +Hit the spa shop, two cameras to go, niggas know +And after that, two days of rest, yeah right, you white +We ain't slept for years, but we right +Dedicated to the gun game, we toast to the best +For 20 years niggas blessed, alright stressed +You think I'm laughing to the bank, but I'm crying yo +Can't even spend it with loyal niggas, they're grimy +Even your boys will try to blind me, be strong, pa, we from the 90s +Stick together, then get dip together +No more days of extortion, I had my portion +Because I was just dumb, deaf and exhausted +All love, but no pound, see the baby peace chant +You got some breadsticks, shawty? What it be? Blamp me +We in the high rise with Jack Daniels drinking with George Daniels +Some niggas absorb, this a whore scandal + +I Love You For All Seasons[Instrumental] + +Tragedy[Intro: RZA & Tha Truth] +Word up, Wu-Tang up in this joint +Wu-Tang Forever, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang +Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Forever +(Here comes the rain) +Word, Wu-Tang Forever, Wu-Tang Forever +(Here comes the rain) +The RZArector in your sector +(Here comes the rain) +From Shaolin to the holy city of Mecca +(Here comes the rain) +[Verse 1: RZA] +Yo, yo, assassination, vaccination, poor education +Infatuation with Satan with global nation taxation +Fiber-optic, microscopic biological germ +Mad Cow burger on the market, Captain of your starship +I never departed once I started to explore these regions +That was uncharted, leave your heart broken +Yo, I stand tall like buildings on Van Dyke’s, all mics +Beats strike like a noisy four train late night +Chase got New York for the Life, we out of state +Can’t smoke a bone in the staircase without getting chased +Penny candy poisonous rappers, best to chill or get your head gashed +Lemonhead, sour patch kids, best to grab +A Life Savor, I’ll Jawbreak ya, Boston Bake ya +Then plant my sunflower seed on every square acre +The beauty of my nature shown through Shaquasia I Mecca +When I made myself Equality, known to my reflector +Stay in your playpen boy, and babble for your formula and cried +You pacified, this lullaby from the black butterfly +[Chorus: Tha Truth] +Here comes the rain again +Falling on your head like a tragedy +Falling on your head causing new emotions +Not even +[Verse 2: RZA] +Yo, yo, absorb this metamorph-is as the King takes his office +Keep my planets in orbit, never forfeit, or quit +Move forward, I talk with the awkward slang +I walk with, the Wu-Tang, yo +Heavy thoughts can’t be held down by the laws of gravity +Watch for the lama in the temple trying to plot your tragedy +And gain rank with, the high officials at the banquet +For attempting to hijack the Wu-Tang Manual under his blanket +Can’t interpret cause your brain is short circuit +His dumbness led body numbness try to come amongst us +What’s your angle? Rectangle or triangle? +As my truth of square drains you of your power from the death angel +Strangles you like a weed, choking the helpless flower, you cower +You feel the power of the final shower! +[Chorus: Tha Truth & RZA] +Here comes the rain again +Falling on your head like a tragedy +Falling on your head causing new emotions +Not even the naked eye, can see +Not e-even the naked eye, can see (Tragedy) +Here comes the rain again (The reign of terror) +Falling on your head like a tragedy +(Falling on your head like a tragedy) +Falling on your head causing new emotions +Not even eye can see +[Outro: RZA] +Word up, word up +Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang +That’s right, ’97 February +Wu-Tang coming at you, word up + +Nasty One[Pre-Hook] +As far as lovin' and the sex I'm the best one +You never have to doubt or to question +Soon as you get in, know you take inside and cave dive +Say it's a necessary thing, boy we need that +[Hook] +So you gon' do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah +Oh, will you do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah +Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah +Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah +[Verse] +As far as lovin' and the sex I'm the best one +After me there will never be the next one, top shotta +All around the world, they know who the best is +No pharmacies but they see VS's +Ten carats embedded in the watch and necklace +Paint drippin' off the Rari like it got asbestos +Kimmy got that mouth that'll leave 'em breathless +Snatch a nigga soul like he got a deathwish +Thought BIG told you that I'm nasty? +Pussy have a nigga sweatin' like a athlete +Make love in the backseat of his Bentley Jeep +I call him J. Reid 'cause he in this real deep +[Pre-Hook] +As far as lovin' and the sex I'm the best one +You never have to doubt or to question +Soon as you get in, know you take inside and cave dive +Say it's a necessary thing, boy we need that +[Hook] +So you gon' do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah +Oh, will you do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah +Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah +Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah +[Bridge] +When I see you smile I can face the world +You know I can do anything when I see you smile +Baby, when I see you smile I just want my baby +I just want my baby, hey +No other man makes me feel the way you do +I'm the nastiest when I'm with you +I'm a freak but only with my boo +You searched the world and now see that +Now you see you'll never find a girl like me +Because there's only one Queen Bee +Sometimes I wanna give up, I wanna give in +I wanna quit the fight +Then I see you baby and we make love all night +[Pre-Hook] +As far as lovin' and the sex I'm the best one +You never have to doubt or to question +Soon as you get in, know you take inside and cave dive +Say it's a necessary thing, boy we need that +[Hook] +So you gon' do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah +Oh, will you do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah +Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah +Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah +[Outro] +When I see you smile I can face the world +You know I can do anything +When I see you smile, I see the angels flying +Oh, I see you shining right through my window + +The Walking Dead[Verse 1: Ruste Juxx] +The ill diabolical fiend this mad scientist +Kill the cartel, rule the land with a iron fist +Ruste Juxx I be spitting that +Body new rappers, homie, watch who you getting at +Brrap, the bold cap snapback +I hit you with the brrat 'till your cap snap back +Further, knocking on them Pearly Gates +I'm organizing late funerals and early wakes +For any hot stepper trying to dance with the devil +Gravedigger, stand over your corpse with a shovel +Dropping dirt on it, fill it up then I'm out +They building something on the lands so now I gotta dig 'em out +Hoodfella, I rob for deniros +Too many lives lost for trying to be a hero +My patience is zero, I'm keeping it a hundred +Everytime I had a fight in my life I never fronted +I'm the realest +[Hook: Shabaam Sahdeeq] +Illest man walking, night of the living dead +Tombstone hopper, got a price on my head +Graveyard shipping, gotta keep the monsters fed +Things that go bumping at night, fool, you scared +I'm the illest man walking, night of the living dead +Tombstone hopper, got a price on my head +Graveyard shipping, gotta keep the monsters fed +Things that go bumping at night, fool, you scared +[Verse 2: Guilty Simpson] +I spit a murder verse scary as October 31st +House keeping, streets sweeping when doing my dirty work +Marijuana sparker, playing that drum like Travis Barker +Fam, I will valet park ya +Take your keys then get that cake before you leave +Gun talk, shooting the breeze +I put a popper to your chopper drop a hundred emcees +Hard ten below, but I spit the summer degrees +That mac wind made his hat spin +There's a million mad men in my trash bin +So when I buck at you bastards +Calm your frontline, and call it a muscle relaxer +Results of my violence is silence, we all can sleep +Me home, you six feet deep +Well-known heavy hitter, whoever want it +Everytime I step to the plate, I never bund it +I'm the illest +[Hook] +[Verse 3: Ill Bill] +I'm a product of the projects, a menace to society +My consciense thinks progress but my greed thinks violently +Give me that, run that, kill me or I come back +Taking what I wanna take, homie, I'm a scumbag +So disrespectful I know my parents taught me better than that +But couldn't keep me away from felony rap +Not talking about music, this is felony robbery +Strong arm with the uzi, intercepting the economy +Touch down, get down clown, kiss the ground +And I'm too broke to own a silencer, homie, this is loud +Matter of fact, definetely, make your ears ring +Crazy you can get shot and not feel it at first, it's a weird thing +Pass out, wake up in the emergency room +With people you never met before nursing your wounds +Your little sister crying, doctors are inserting a tube +Down your throat, oh well, nothing personal dude +Bill is the illest +[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Block Money(*Talking*) +This for the block, there's no place like show business +Hell naw nigga, I'm serious +I'm honored, I'm back +Take this muh'fucken rap money +And bring it back to the block nigga +Haha, fo' real, so if you gettin yo money +That drank money, you gettin it +You know, I'm just worried about me now +Got all the fuck boys from around me, hey fuck you niggas +Hey, now let's get it +[Chorus] +After I do my concert, I bring that money to the block +And nigga I don't half, cause I want the whole block +Now whip it, now whip it, now whip it, now whip it +Now get it, whip it, ship it, and flip it +[Verse 1] +Ay I told you muh'fuckers I'ma bounce back +With three million in cash, potna count that +If I write you a check, nigga you can cash that +And when I'm in Europe, I use my flatstack +The black car get used fo' times a day +My rims skinny, but my pockets overweight +Go get yo tubes tied, cause you a bitch boy +800 grand, and now you think you rich boy +You better step it up, my paper been straight +And by the way my new chick go to Penn Stae +I paid for her car, I paid for her books +Okay I'm lyin, but don't that shit go with the hook +I got money to blow, I oughta be ashamed +I'm playin with some change, I want Travolta plane +He got a couple of 'em, we always fuck with rubbers +This ain't O.G. kush, I like to call it Bubble +[Chorus] +[Verse 2] +Ay fuck boy, I'm the James Toney of rap +Cause niggas hate me, but I still got it like that +A brand new 'Vette, I'm a ladies man +Plus my Bretlin cost me 80 grand +Ay, money ain't a thang, you know where I hang +And besides music, you know what I slang +And you know what I claim, It's Clover Geez up +And don't you hate it when yo potna smoke, all yo weed up? +I had to roll my sleeves up (why?), cause of my bracelet +And we ain't goin nowhere, so just face it +I lace weed with the syrup cause it burn slow +I make G's with my words cause it earn dough +Who woulda known Lil' Flip 'll scan five mil' +And then be forced to take a break for two years +But the block got love for the God +So you know it ain't shit for me to get a nigga robbed +[Chorus] +For the block niggas + +Top ShottasWe be the top shottas +(...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Left Stick, Right Stick*Lyrics from snippets +[Intro] +Yeah, yeah +Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh +Hoo +[Chorus] +Left stick, right stick (Brr) +Mortal Kombat... +[Verse] +...you don't wanna suck no dick? (What?) +Aight, bitch (Aight) +Out the front door +I don't wanna see her no more +I'ma fuck up your whole life, bitch (Ahh, ahh) +I got like twenty-two guns in my storage +I said none of you bitches important... +...I was stuck in the middle of her titties +Because I found out that her titties were showin' (Yeah) +I'm in Costcos, walkin' with a Draco (Brr) +Put a hole in 'em like a bagel (Ooh) +I was sellin' ketamine to Rachel (Ooh) +Versace, Versace, Versace like Quavo (Ooh) +Bitch, stop lookin' at me (Bitch) +Before I shoot...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Confused[Intro] +You know I've had a lifestyle +That many would dream of +I've had my share of jazzy women, classy women +And I've had my share of ratchets +I've even had my share of beautiful women +And I'm talkin' beautiful inside and out +But those women, I can't seem to do right by, you know +'Cause most times I wanna play +But sometimes I only want you +[Chorus] +Baby I'm confused, confused (Sometimes it's hard) +I don't know what to do (I don't know what to do sometimes) +Most times I wan' play, play, play (I just want to enjoy my life most times) +Sometimes I want only you (Sometimes it's just you and me, baby) +Baby I'm confused, confused (I'm confused) +I don't know what to do (Rappers gotta feel me on this one) +Most times I wan' play, play, play (I just wan' play, baby, that's all) +Sometimes I yearn for only you, baby (I be confused a lot) +[Verse 1] +I been slidin' in women with no huggin' or kissin' +Play and I play with no love or no feeling +But they pretty and ready (You lookin' nice tonight, baby) +(You're lookin' nice, too) +Pretty and ready, oh yeah, they so ready +Tonight I want that real, real, thing (I wan' feel you, baby) +No protection, baby (You know how we rockin') +'Cause I trust you, baby (I trust you, baby) +But soon it's gon' change, change, change +I'ma kick back and Boosie Badazz, baby +Might want another baby (You know how I am) +And another, and another +[Chorus] +Baby I'm confused, confused (Sometimes it's hard) +I don't know what to do (I don't know what to do sometimes) +Most times I wan' play, play, play (I just want to enjoy my life most times) +Sometimes I want only you (Sometimes it's just you and me, baby) +Baby I'm confused, confused (I'm confused) +I don't know what to do (Rappers gotta feel me on this one) +Most times I wan' play, play, play (I just wan' play, baby, that's all) +Sometimes I yearn for only you, baby +[Verse 2] +I woke up this morning +And I called my cousin Bronson +You know I can talk to B, you know +I said, "B, I'm sittin' in this big old bed +And I'm lonely as a motherfucker +Just me and these Backwoods" (Confused, confused) +He said, "Lil' cuz, maybe you need to find somebody special, man +And focus on that special somebody" (Confused, confused) +I told him, "Cuz, my trust for women +Was lost a long long time ago" (I'm confused) +I told him, "Cuz, man, I don't wanna be hurt, you know what I'm talkin' about?" (Confused, confused) +He said, "Boosie, I hear you talkin'" (Confused) +"But it's crazy 'cause you sayin' you don't wanna be hurt" (Confused) +"But you wanna hurt women" +I just stayed quiet on the phone +[Chorus] +Bronson, I'm confused, confused (I'm confused) +That's why I'm callin' you (Know I can talk to you) +Most times I wan' play, play, play (Most times I wanna play) +Sometimes I want only you (Sometimes I yearn for only you) +This life got me confused, confused, confused (Man, I'm confused) +[Outro] +It's hard to say no +When three or four beautiful women (I be confused) +Ask you to have you at one time (Woo) +Lord knows, Lord (I'm so confused) +You live this life (Sometimes I wanna play, play, play) +The life that we live, shit +You'll probably be confused too (Confused) +(Sometimes I be confused) +Boosie Blues CafeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Chuck Person[Sample: Sin City] +And when I find out who did it, it won't be quick and quiet like it was with you +It'll be loud and nasty. My kind of kill +And when his eyes go dead the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I've done to him +[Verse 1: Action Bronson] +Yo +Time on my hands +Running fast like Jackie Joyner-Kersee +Hit the Jackie Rob +Cop the Hershey +Spark the bark for the ride back to the Galaxy +Back, back, down, forward, kick +That's a fatality +For Liu Kang, turn to a dragon then a raven +Ain't no professor that can fuck with this verbatim +Your style is prenatal +I got the hand that rock the cradle +Fully auto mac under the table +Jewish platters, kreplach soups and sable +If you ain't stable, don't hang around cause I enable +Drug use, dick sucks from a fiend +Rib eye steaks that still on a bone +Me and my team shine +Like hologram fishscale right off the Greek coast +Toast to greats with bubbles +Three states, three cases, no traces +I'm the ace to shovels +So sick, muthafucka cover face with muzzles (Yeah!) +Flushing, Queens, twenty seven years strong +Where you think you're gonna run to when the tears gone +And reality set just like the sun do +Ain't trying to have my babies raised up in the slum, true! +[Sample: Sin City] +C'mon, you son of a bitch +Damn, he's slick +[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren] +No love for snitch niggas trying to serenade the precinct +Singing about granulated onions that ain't used for seasoning +My mind is off, this life gave me a different type of reasoning +I'm so New York that I could rep it from a different region +Slay heffers, Ottomanelli's got 'em in telly's +We eat good, Turkish cuisine, Ottoman belly's +We sit in whips and our whips sit on Pirelli's +While we're getting dick sucks, my whole team is Akinyele's +Put in their mouth, let 'em give 'em second chances +I'm known for finger banging bitches giving table dances +Open my flip book, see me posted in the sickest stances +Glorious garments, you could get some style by taking glances +Red snapper, taken apart, put back together +Plated on some bok choy, fine fish platters forever (Yo!) +Same routine, another day, a new endeavor +I usually rock a power piece under a Polo leather +[Verse 3: Shaz Illyork] +I write left, think right, need the box tight +Mind blowing dome cause I always eat the box right +Make believers out of haters, haters out of homies +Bring my fam to the top so I ain't lonely +I'm with the team, cuisine like we celebrating +Contemplate the takeover when we delegating +Get it shaking like a dancer at Perfections +Catch us in a European coupe, it's never rented, kid +Been getting it, circle full of amateurs +See great rappers smoking seeded up cannabis +Fucking embarrassment, we cooler than a Vick's rub +You the type to trick it all night at a strip club +I'm the type to bag a stripper out front +Take her back, line a twenty up and get my shit sucked (Yeah!) +That's what you do when you flyer than Goldblum +Purple label loafers, paying homage to the old school +[Verse 4: AG Da Coroner] +I'm from Brooklyn, the reason why I walk with a bop +Same reason I don't fuck with the cops +My borough is thorough, if any nigga try to tell me it's not +I'll leave his face bloodied up, all covered in knots +We break bread at the table with made niggas and sip wine +And graduate from little niggas, now we living big time +I'm in a state of mind like Nas in his prime +That real New York talk, home of gritty and grime +Check it, I got the cleanup, Bronsonelli's batting leadoff +Your mother's mouth is the place where I drop my seeds off +Hop in the Lamborghini, middle finger speed off +D's are getting P'd off, they're present, drop the weed off +I'm like a cross between Stoudemire and Carmelo +Half these New York whack rappers are soft as Jell-O +Since a little nigga, always been a fly fellow +Went from dark brown skin into a high yellowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +When U up[Intro] +Show some love to some legends in the game you know what I'm saying +??? +[Hook] +When you up everybody wanna be down +They all wanna be down +They all wanna be down +Everybody wanna be down when you up +Down when you up +Down when you up +(x2) +[Verse 1] +I used to be that nigga, everybody love me +Girls wanna kiss and hug me, it was lovely +All the fellows wanted to be just like P +Only to hang out and party with dunn from Mobb Deep +My pockets was full and I bought everybody drinks +I'm not selfish I bought everybody things +Bottles and bags to smoke a lot of bull +We got it poppin +I got the Hotel rooms +Everybody wanted to get their hand tattoed +Same spot where I got my hand tattoed +Wanted to be down with the team +And most of these people didn't even know me +My concerts packed, my albums platinum and gold +My messages was full on my cellphone +You couldn't tell me nothing I was fronting on my throne +With my crown, ?? how it never come down +[hook repeats] +[Verse 2] +Just as soon as my money ran out, and the fame start to fizzle out +Nobody around now, they see the raincloud +First it start drizzlin they it start pourin +I turned around and found myself by myself soakin wet like a street dog +??? what happened to the people I looked out for, they played me +Girls used to stalk me now they just ignore me, they want the new popular +Will complete laterEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Crane Style[Verse 1: Raekwon] +Redskin leather, Indian sex +Pair of fresh Mocs on, lighting lear on my flesh +Let my arm roll, fresh off the honor roll, platinum bottles of Krug +All my niggas do what I got 'em for +Extra flashy grind, hit 'em with a crisp rhyme +Lines is nothing, blunt out, fuck him +All we know is jewelry and I mashed that, everybody excited +To see whatever bling on, smash that +Clever, more like a fox and ox together +Two stainless Glocks, rocks and a feather +Yeah, I'm from the lead era, shoot at +Anything that move, and move out America +And all we ever want is needed, seen it +Like a young Fillipino in Kuwait getting treated +Heavy horror armor, spike a bitch like her +Half a pound of good weed, then float through Gowanus +Brilliant master, sixteenth chapel in the Apple +Flooded up, Woolrich wackos +Park Hillians getting hillions, that means millions +All on feet like Nigerian +[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] +Shallah, I got 'em +Heatseeking missile spit, don't even try to hide, nigga +Sizzle through your skin bars, call me cyanide, bitch +Try me if you want, homey, violation's a no-no +I am the health hazard, skull & bone, poisonous logo +Unleash the dragon, massacre the scene +I'm spitting, burn a hole through the speaker, and start melting the street up +Somebody please call the fire department +And I'm a strong believer, ya'll know that I ain't the one to start with +Cuz once the fuse is lit and we strike a match and the spark smell +My face bleed and we nam them up like ox tail +Ya'll see what's happening, ya'll know what the truth is +Somebody please ask Shallah Rae why he making me do this +Cuz once I finish dudes, it's unfortunate for them yappers +Throw them in the trash, they ain't no recyling bin for rappers +I microphone control, it's the current dominant factor +The records been bodied, I personally request the pastor, gone + +U&Me&EveryoneWeKnow[Intro] +Un +Deux +Trois +Quatre +Cinq +Six +Sept +Huit +Neuf +Dix +[Verse 1] +Back here at square one +Like I just did the home base run +Without winning any bases though +All basic reasoning out the window +Ron Browz shit, Erick Sermon style +Like I got kicked off a cloud +Method Man, ‘95 +Rap references because you get em all +You even get that I should have said that it was ’94 (’93) +Hard place when you wanna still rock to it +Living in my glass house +Steady throwing rocks through it +I never stopped feeling the love for ya +I just stopped being the one for ya +I think +Too much +Over analyzing everything sucks +I’m over over-dramatizing everything but +You’re never on the level I’m on, unless we’re cut-ting +Plus then we never argued when thrusting but then +After all, it just turns to dust, brother +Swear I’d never love another if this really worked out +But this is just like watching fitness informercials from the couch +Ouch +I know, you’re lazy +It’s easier to pick a partner less crazy +Much less work, less purpose, less of A to Z +Cause I’m an alpha, bet it’s hard to stay with me +Heart palpitations do still occur though +You and me, some Merlot, situation blurs so +Much I be thinking how this shit could actually work again +It’s even nice to have you back in my world as my friend +Hey, sometimes I gotta say it simply (why) +Cause sometimes things are simple (come on) +We make it complicated for the win, B +Cause otherwise we’d just be faced with all the n-words +Inner child, inner space, inner monologue +We exchange intercourse without a dialogue +Introduce intimate ways to turn our fire off +The thing in us that seeks the spark, light +Higher, moth +I still adore you; you adore me theoretically +So now I gotta shut the door on you +So I can find out who is next for me +[Refrain] +You and me and everyone we know +That’s you and me and everyone we know +[Jean Grae: singing] +Cause you know, you’re not gonna find what you’re looking for +Stay searching +You and me and everyone we know +It’s you and me and everyone we know +It’s you and me +You and me and everyone we know +You, me, everyone we know +You and me and everyone we know + +Cancer[Intro] +Boosie Badazz +Coldest words I ever heard was +“Torrence Hatch, I’m sorry. You got cancer” +Damn +Just beat death penalty, now I got cancer? +[Verse 1] +Father God, I need answers +News to my ears, shit real from the doctor +He said, “Boosie, boy you got cancer”, I cried for hours +Jumping in the shower, stressing, and cried to my mama and my nana +I can’t believe this shit +Cancer got me scared like I’m ‘bout to leave this bitch +Told my bitch, she cried, told my niggas, they cried +Mama tried to downplay it to the family, she lied +I’m thinking, “damn, how did I get cancer?” in my kidneys +Back fighting for my life, I guess finish my sentence +I guess way gone, I stress not giving up, not yet +I need prayers, fuck respect +[Hook] +Father God, I need answers (man) +Tell me God, how did I get cancer? +Father God, I need answers (protect me, God) +Tell me God, how did I get cancer? (Why me though?) +Right now, shit +[Verse 2] +I’ve been stressing so bad, my nigga +Praying to the man with both hands, my nigga +Just want to be around in my family chilling +Lost three aunties to this pussy ass disease while you keep beef with my family, nigga +Leave us alone, my God, we need some answers +Leukemia at 10 years old, please heal this cancer +My aunty Keisha just left, it’s real with cancer +Stress ain’t do it to her, ma, she was killed with cancer +It’s hard to make a nigga think strong (man) +I probably need to put some pink on (man) +This shit gon’ probably make my team strong (man) +How long I live after my kidney gone? +[Hook] +Father God, I need answers (man) +Tell me God, how did I get cancer? +Father God, I need answers (protect me, God) +Tell me God, how did I get cancer? (Why me though?) +Right now, shit +[Outro] +I need the answers +Daughter will say “Dad, how you get cancer?” +I said, “baby, I don’t know how I get cancer” +He’ll answer me on death row, he’ll answer me again +Tell me God, how did I get cancer?7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Lifestylez Ov Da Poor And Dangerous[Intro] +("Everybody everywhere is scratching for what they can get +Did you think anybody in this town is any different? +They don't give a damn who gets killed +Just as long as the dice keep rollin +The hoes keep hoeing and the money keeps flowin") +[Verse] +My name is L, and I'm from a part of town where clowns +Get beat down and all you hear is gunshot sounds +On 139 and Lenox Ave. there's a big park +And if you're soft, don't go through it when it gets dark +'Cause at nighttime niggas try to tax +They're sneakier than alley cats +That's why I carry gats +Yo, I'm a muthafuckin' fugitive +Buckwild and foul is the lifestyle that I choose to live +Because to me it's all about a buck +I used to have a partner in crime by the name of Chuck +We stormed the city, shooting shit up like Frank Nitti +We robbed kids and split the dough 50/50 +One day we stuck a dice game on the ave. and split the cash +Then I murdered his ass and took his half +Because I'm all about ends and skins +When you got those, you don't need no muthafuckin' friends +If I catch you on a late night, black, you're getting stuck, jack +My moms told me to get a job, fuck that +Ayo, picture me getting a job +Taking orders from Bob, selling corn on the cob +Yo, how the hell I'mma make ends meet +Making about 120 dollars a week +Man, I'd rather do another hit +I want clean clothes, mean hoes and all that other shit +Yo, I admit, I'm a sucker +A low down, dirty, sneaky, double-crossin' connivin' muthafucka +Breaking in cribs with a crowbar +I wasn't poor, I was po' - I couldn't afford the 'o-r' +I used to wait until it gets dark +And tell a nigga to strip, I wanna see some birthmarks +Like a ninja, dressed in black with a ski mask +I take all the funds, then I run down the street fast +I vicked this nigga named Eugene, took his brand new ring +'Cause sticking up's an everyday routine +Once I was cruising in a beat-up ride +Saw this nigga named Clyde +And snuck up on him from the blind side +I told him, "Give up the dough, before you get smoked +Oh you're broke? *gunshots* +Now you're dead broke" +The Big L was cold crazy +A top-notch crook snatching pocketbooks from old ladies +I don't care, I'll do anything to get a buck +Even rob a Miller truck, 'cause I don't give a fuck +Some say I'm ruthless, some say I'm grim +Once a burglar broke into my house and I robbed him +Plenty and many brains I bust +'Cause I was livin' the lifestyle of the poor and dangerous +[Outro] +Word +All of us from Harlem +139 +That's living the lifestyle of the poor and dangerous +KnawhatImsayin? +This goes out +To my brothers +Big Lee and Don Ice +Reggie Reg, T.C., Todd, Lou, Black Tone +Whitey, Ty Speeder, Ru Dog, Herb McGruff +E-Jet, G Love, Doc Ring, Slice and Rich Dice +I can't forget the 1-4-0, Lennox Ave. crew +And I gotta say rest in peace to Mate the Skate, Dog +And my man Kerry, peace +Now what kinda life is that for a child? +Now what kinda life is that for a child? +Now what kinda life is that for a child? +Now what kinda life is that for a fucking child? +Word to mother, fuck all that stupid shit +Controversial, not commercial, niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +All That I Got Is You[Skit: The Education of Sonny Carson] +'What they gives you, blood?' +Three months, man +Whatchu doin in here anyway? You oughta be home with your momma. How old are you boy?' +Thirteen +'Thirteen? Damn, the bastards must be runnin' outta niggas to arrest.' +[Intro: Ghostface & Mary J. Blige] +Yeah, ohh yeah, this goes out +To all the families that went through the struggle +(All that I got is you) +Yeah, from the heart +(And I'm so thankful I made it through) +It was all from the heart, everything was real +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, dwellin' in the past, flashbacks when I was young +Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and three sons +I'm goin' through this difficult stage I find it hard to believe +Why my Old Earth had so many seeds +But she's her own woman, due to me I respect that +I saw life for what it's really worth and took a step back +Family ain't family no more, we used to play ball +Eggs after school, eat grits cause we was poor +Grab the pliers for the channel, fix the hanger on the TV +Rockin each others pants to school wasn't easy +We survived winters, snotty nosed with no coats +We kept it real, but the older brother still had jokes +Sadly, Daddy left me at the age of six +I didn't know nuttin' but mommy neatly packed his shit +She cried and grandma held the family down +I guess mommy wasn't strong enough, she just went down +Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment +Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there +Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head +I didn't like to sleep with Jon-Jon he peed the bed +Seven o'clock, pluckin' roaches out the cereal box +Some shared the same spoon, watchin' Saturday cartoons +Sugar water was our thing, every meal was no frill +In the summer, free lunch held us down like steel +And there was days I had to go to Tech's house with a note +Stating, "Gloria, can I borrow some food I'm dead broke" +So embarrasin' I couldn't stand to knock on they door +My friends might be laughin', I spent stamps in stores +Mommy where's the toilet paper, use the newspaper +Look Ms. Rose gave us a couch, she's the neighbor +Things was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleats +Two brothers with muscular dystrophy, it killed me +But I remember this, moms would lick her finger tips +To wipe the cold out my eye before school with her spit +Case worker had her runnin' back to face to face +I caught a case, housin' tried to throw us out of our place +Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky +And ask myself was I meant to be here, why? +Yeah, yo +[Hook: Mary J. Blige & Ghostface Killah] +All that I got is you +And I'm so thankful I made it through +All that I got is you +And I'm so thankful I made it through +All that I got is you (Word up mommy, I love you) +And I'm so thankful I made it through (Word up) +All that I got is you (It was all you, word) +And I'm so thankful I made it through (You brought me in like this) +Yeah +[Verse 2: Mary J. Blige] +I sit and think about +All the times we did without dad +I always said I woudn't cry +When I saw tears in your eyes +I understand that daddy's not here now +But some way or somehow, I will always be around, yeah +All the things that I did from this to them +Oh from drugs to being there +Being down and out and I love you always, oh +[Outro: Popa Wu] +Yeah, you say +You see the universe, which consists of the sun moon and star +And them planets, that exist in my space +Like man woman and child +You understand? +We got to keep it real, and what reality +And reality will keep it real with us +I remember them good ol' days +Because see, that's the child I was +What made me the man I am today +See cause if you forget where you come from, heheh +You're never gonna make it where you're goin', aheh +Because you lost the reality of yourself +So take one stroll through your mind +And see what you will find +And you'll see a whole universe all over again +And again and again and again and again + +Main Things[Intro: DJ Drama & Lil Wayne] +You see? +The goal is just to raise the babies right +Wayne babies, that is +You guys are maturing so much! +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +It's crazy how you look like your dad +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Tunechi, I must say, job well done +Yeah +And I just told my main thing "Since you my main thing +You can turn yo' phone off and let your name ring" +6 shit +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeahI just told my main thing "Since you my main thing" +DJ Drama +Bitch I won the race +[Bridge 1: Lil Wayne] +All I ever wanted was to tell her she was all I ever wanted +Wake up to her every morning, last night we can't recall it +Every day she catchin' feelings, every night I throw a party +She done died and went to heaven, I forgot to close the coffin +I'm just lookin' for lil sexy to direct me from the horror +They ain't promisin' tomorrow but she promisin' she loyal +So I promise to be faithful +Yeah, Lil Weezy; "F" for "Faithful, Funky, Freaky, Freshly Flavored +Flawless, Fleek, Finesse, Finagle" +[Hook 1: Lil Wayne] +I just tell my main ting "Since you my main ting +You can turn your phone off and let your name ring +We can take them clothes off and let that thang breathe +Hold me as I doze off, you know I drank lean" +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +I just poured a whole deuce inside a 16 +Cried my whole heart out, she cried with me +She like to put the top down and tell me "Let 'em see" +She like to leave the doors up, they look like referees +She like to throw it back until she got back pains +She got her own little special contact name +She take it in the ass, ain't worryin' 'bout the crack game +Me, her, plus another bitch, she don't care if the math change +Yeah, I just poured a whole deuce inside a 16 +Got her reppin' suwoo, she reppin' big Bs +And she ain't worryin' 'bout fuckin' on a private plane +And she don't do the phone thing, she do the finer things +It's all about deserving things and not designer things +She all about her certain ring and not all kind of rings +All about the sure things and not the shiny things +Man, she so tired of swervin' niggas, need a tire change +[Bridge 2: Lil Wayne] +All I ever wanted was to tell her she was all I ever wanted +Wake up to her every morning, last night we can't recall it +She lay down and close her eyes, fall asleep open hearted +She done died and went to heaven, I forgot to close the coffin +I'm just lookin' for lil' sexy to direct me from the sorrow +They ain't promisin' tomorrow but she promise to be loyal +So I promise to be faithful, but I'm prolly not gon' chase you +Sit down on my dinner table, eat that pussy like it's catered +[Hook 2: Lil Wayne] +I just tell my main ting "Since you my main ting +You can turn your phone off and let your name ring +You can scratch yo' goals off and you can thank me +Hold me as I doze off, you know I drank lean" +I just told my main thing "Since you my main thing +Let them have the fame thing 'cause it's the same thing +You can take them clothes off and let that thang breathe +Hold me as I doze off, you know I drank lean" +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I just poured a whole deuce inside a 16 +Yeah she reppin' two countries, yeah she mixed breed +Got her smokin' rapper weed, tryna spit Vs +She been goin' 30 minutes, she just switched knees +Uh, pimpin' ain't easy but it's necessary +Pimpin' ain't dead, check the cemetery +If I tell you that I love you, I ain't lying girl +So worry 'bout yourself and not the other bitch I'm tellin' +[Bridge 3: Lil Wayne] +All I ever wanted was to tell her she was all I ever wanted +Wake up to her every morning, last night was all recorded +Every day she catchin' feelings, every night I throw a party +That's that "Fire and Desire", I forgot to throw her water +I'm just lookin' for lil' sexy to direct me from the horror +They ain't promisin' tomorrow but she promise that she loyal +So I promise to be faithful +Yeah, Lil Weezy; F for faithful, funky, freaky, freshly flavored +Flawless, fleek, finesse, finagle and fatal2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Marcus Aurelius[Intro] +It's me (Yeah, yeah) +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Who the fuck else? (Uh) +Yeah, yeah +[Verse 1] +Sworn enemies like rattlesnake and mongoose (Uh) +I'm laid up while mami makin' mangu (Uh) +I just put like twenty turbos on the Honda, shit from '92 (Ah) +Surround my body with the Paulo Santo (Yeah) +Yeah, bitch it's Bronny and the Bronco +Once again, ridin' in the sunset (Ooh) +Blood inside my eyes (Uh), I can't let it touch my son's head (No) +The shit drippin' on the BoJack's with no napkins (Uh) +Just made this one take, no actin' +Already travelled back and forth to different galaxies, no cappin' (God damn) +You starin' at the Captain (Uh), a young Eric Clapton (Uh) +The all white B7 Alpina see me lamped in (Uh) +Money green sweatsuit made by champion a champion (Champion) +Fuck the blunts, double parked outside the Pantheon +Feelin' like I'm Maximus (Uh) +This type of shit'll make the feedback flip +Make the plane fly backwards (Ooh), make the college coach buy my pops a tractor then I practice (Blue Chips) +We set him up through the computer, he a catfish (Haha) +He thought it was Maria (Uh-uh) +But it was a motherfucker that looked like Judge Mathis (Ah-ah) +Pull the machete out the mattress (Oh, oh) +Caught him slippin', he an actress +[Chorus] +If I had a watch (Uh), I'd probably throw that shit in the river (Uh) +Hunnid K just to shiver (Yeah) +Bitch, I don't give a fuck (Uh, uh, man) +If I had a watch (Nah) +If I had a watch (Uh), I'd probably throw that shit in the river (Uh) +Half a milli' just to shiver +Bitch, I don't give a fuck (Fuck, fuck, uh, fuck) +If I had a watch (If I had a watch, fuck that, uh) +[Verse 2] +While mami make the mofongo, I play the bongo +And race four wheelers through the jungle (Man, oh, man) +It's like I'm everybody's favorite uncle (Man, for real) +They always ask for money (Uh, for real) +They know we stay in trouble (Uh) +But still they love me off the humble (Ah) +Shit, same here, bitch I love you (Ah) +I make the Jag dance seductive (Ah, ooh) +Things in my life I can't discuss, why? (Ooh) +'Cause people can't be trusted (Uh, woo) +I circle blocks like an estrange husband with the OJ gloves in (Ah, woo) +You better lay low cousin (Yeah, woo) +Man where the clams at? Nobody ordered ham here (Uh, nobody) +Grabbed his arm (Uh), pulled his hand, he'll stand clear (Ah) +Start the saw, just like you breakin' down a deer, you hear? (Ah, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom) +Man I swear (Ah), you fuckin' with the wrong one (True) +And it's gonna catch up to you in the long run (Guess you run) +Shit's bizarre (It is), I play the MAC 11 like guitar (Uh, uh) +Yeah I'm so Queens Boulevard (Uh) +Jump out the plane, only a hoodie on (Uh) +They don't what he's on (Nah) +I think I see me you involved but shit I could be wrong +I could be wrong, could be wrong +[Chorus] +If I had a watch, I'd probably throw that shit in the river (Uh, yeah) +Hunnid K just to shiver (Uh) +Bitch, I don't give a fuck (Uh) +If I had a watch (Yeah, nah, uh) +If I had a watch (Uh), I'd probably throw that shit in the river +Hunnid K just to shiver +Bitch, I don't give a fuck (Uh) +If I had a watch (Nah) +If I had a watch, I'd probably throw that shit in the river +Hunnid K just to shiver +Bitch, I don't give a fuck (Uh) +If I had a watch (Nah) +Yeah if I had a watchEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +New Classic[Intro: Large Professor sample (U-God)] +Classic, classic, classic, classic (yo) +Classic, classic, classic (yo, yo) +[Verse 1: U-God] +I got book rhymes, crook lines, built like tankers +Look Ma they took mines hook line and sinker +Big time thinker nailed in a pine box +Watching like a hawk kid, seats in the sky box +Cut you with a dry ox, slapped with a bank roll +Stank hoes on salary loving my lingo +Get money, make moves, burn more calorie +Bruise your anatomy, my atom is hard +Slam you on the granite dammit, rap bandits at large +Pin metals on my chest, stir up the hornet's nest +Burn holes in your neck, control your flesh +Fat back wheels, crack kills children +Every time the mack spits in the back of the building +Splash with a feeling, you need a healing +Hot shots of sake, son, you can't stop me +You can't drop me son or cock block me +I'm powder puff so ruff, slot time, Dough rush +Hit my enemies in your guts, cold crush +Rib cage blow up, everything's hurricane +Red beams tear your frame, my dick game's never lame +Slang right, daylight, hot grease and egg whites +Hog mics all night, fisticuff dog fights +With Dillinger's, motorized mouth out the cylinder +War tone, guerrilla hormone, vast in the omniance +Dance with the Ramadan, throw y'all armor on +Gift wrap your karma strong, shots out in Lebanon +LeBron James, Golden Arms, Large Professor +Niggas cocaine niggas +[Outro: Large Professor sample] +Classic, classic, classic, classic +Classic, classic, classic, classic +Classic, classic, classicEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Teary Eyed (Maurice Joshua club mix)[Verse 1] +You're the reason I don't trust no one +And I don't love no one +From the places I've come +Sad songs I've sung +All the times I've been stung +For you bring the worst out of me +(HOLLA!) +And I can't down these tears I've cried +The heaviness inside +Left me so petrified +Tried ta keep love alive +But I became too tired +Cuz you bring the worst out of me +(Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) +[Refrain] +I wish I could change the way things have gone +And start life anew and now maybe once again +I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong +And all I have to say....... +[Chorus] +Is when I sing this song +I get so teary eyed +Cuz you get under my skin +Can't let you suck me dry +I was gonna marry you, have kids for you +Stay true to you, live life wit you +But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) +[Verse 2] +And I compromised all my time +And rearranged my life +To make sure you was fine +Cuz our love was on the line +And I became so unkind +Cuz you brought the worst out of me +(You brought the worst out of me) +This is (this is) how the story goes +Those ones who know +When its out of control +You work (work) and you work (work) +And sumone gets hurt +And I guess that be me..... +When I sing this song +I get so teary eyed +Cuz you get under my skin +Can't let you suck me dry +I was gonna marry you, have kids for you +Stay true to you, live life wit you +But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) +(Eh, eh, eh, ehehay) +[Refrain] +I wish I could change the way things have gone +And start life anew and now maybe once again +I don't know when and where but sumthin must've went wrong +And all I can say....... +(When I sing) +Is when I sing this song +I get so teary eyed +Cuz you get under my skin +Can't let you suck me dry +I was gonna marry you, have kids for you +Stay true to you, live life wit you +But look what you've done to me (meeeeeee) + +For My Niggas[Intro: Mozzy] +So I move to the neck, to the necklace nigga +Why is you stressin' lil baby? I told you I got you forever +[Verse 1: Mozzy] +Damn I miss my lil nigga +Damn I miss my lil nigga +Too much pain to deal wit it, gotta pop a seal to deal wit it +Nigga gotta pop the pill to feel different +But it's like the shit just still hit me +Went on skits for him, they got hit for him +Swear to god I still miss him +In the first half we drop 50, dove back on they ass and drop 50 +Dope boy slide through in and drop 50 +Dope boy slide through and he cop 50 +I remember you wasn't on the block with me +I remember you ain't let off shots with me +You wasn't on the block with me +I remember you ain't let off shots with me, so I moved to the neck +Even though shooters on deck, I'm a real shooter in the flesh +Niggas get stretched, we do not put on no vest +God is my only protection +I made it up out, made it up outta them trenches +Just to be here is a blessin', why is you stressin'? +Why is you stressin' lil baby? I told you I got you forever +[Chorus: Lil Zay Osama] +I was locked up, you wasn't wit me, not no calls, not one visit +No receipts, not no pictures, I couldn't eat, I wanted friendly's +Rest in peace to my niggas, I'll bleed for my niggas +Anything for my niggas 9 P, they fuck with me +I'm with my brothers for lifetime, free my brothers for the right mind +And your brothers ain't like mine, argue don't shoot, won't fight mine +Made out we ain't got no worries, in the jam don't switch your story +While some ain't there not for me +My brothers right here they love me +[Verse 2: Lil Durk] +When he slide for you, gotta get him a lawyer +Real homicide nigga play with my daughter +You was caught in the jam you ain't change the story +Niggas got mad when I went and signed Tory +Different baby mommas gotta take em' to [?] +Booka tell me every time, niggas ain't for me +Ride around with my gun cause they niggas be on me +Ride with the vultures we ain't gotta be 4 deep +Fuck them other niggas want the main factor +It was crazy when I seen his brain splatter +He was talkin' he ain't make it no better +Vlone like em' mixed with margiela's +He had to move around cause I know he was jealous +Got all them guns like that nigga really actin' +Why you front your move? Choppa make you move backwards +And you showed the streets your word don't matter, yeah yeah +Back of the berry, sweeter the juice, 3500 the bigger the booth +No Iphone addicted to boost +And I drink me a cup addicted to juice, lean +And I'm still the same nigga by any means +You put cap in your rap nigga literally +Nowadays you can't tell a nigga anything +Them niggas gonna try to remember me +[Chorus: Lil Zay Osama] x2 +I was locked up, you wasn't wit me, not no calls, not one visit +No receipts, not no pictures, I couldn't eat, I wanted friendly's +Rest in peace to my niggas, I'll bleed for my niggas +Anything for my niggas 9 P, they fuck with me +I'm with my brothers for lifetime, free my brothers for the right mind +And your brothers ain't like mine, argue don't shoot, won't fight mine +Made out we ain't got no worries, in the jam don't switch your story +While some ain't there not for me +My brothers right here they love me +I was locked up, you wasn't wit me, not no calls, not one visit +No receipts, not no pictures, I couldn't eat, I wanted friendly's +Rest in peace to my niggas, I'll bleed for my niggas +Anything for my niggas 9 P, they fuck with me +I'm with my brothers for lifetime, free my brothers for the right mind +And your brothers ain't like mine, argue don't shoot, won't fight mine +Made out we ain't got no worries, in the jam don't switch your story +While some ain't there not for me +My brothers right here they love me1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Juicy[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] +("Fuck all you hoes!" Get a grip, motherfucker!) +Yeah, this album is dedicated +To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin' +To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' in front of +Called the police on me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter (it's all good) +And all the niggas in the struggle +You know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby baby +[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] +It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine +Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine +Hangin' pictures on my wall +Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl +I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped +Smokin' weed in Bambú, sippin' on Private Stock +Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack +With the hat to match +Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha +You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far +Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight +Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade +Born sinner, the opposite of a winner +Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner +Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri +Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski +I'm blowin' up like you thought I would +Call the crib, same number, same hood, it's all good +And if you don't know, now you know, nigga +[Chorus: Total & Puff Daddy] +You know very well (Yeah) +Who you are (Money, hoes and clothes) +Don't let 'em hold you down (Bankrolls, yeah, haha) +Reach for the stars (It's all good) +You had a goal (C'mon) +But not that many (It's all good) +'Cause you're the only one +I'll give you good and plenty (Check it) +[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] +I made the change from a common thief +To up close and personal with Robin Leach +And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day +Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way +The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy, girls used to diss me +Now they write letters 'cause they miss me +I never thought it could happen, this rapping stuff +I was too used to packing gats and stuff +Now honeys play me close like butter play toast +From the Mississippi down to the East Coast +Condos in Queens, indo for weeks +Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak +Living life without fear +Puttin' five karats in my baby girl ear +Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool +Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school +Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood +And it's still all good +And if you don't know, now you know, nigga +[Chorus: Total & Puff Daddy] +You know very well (C'mon) +Who you are (Bankrolls) +Don't let 'em hold you down (Clothes) +Reach for the stars (Mansions) +You had a goal +But not that many (It's all good) +'Cause you're the only one +I'll give you good and plenty ('94) +[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] +Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis +When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this +50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa +Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur +Phone bill about two G's flat +No need to worry, my accountant handles that +And my whole crew is loungin' +Celebrating every day, no more public housin' +Thinkin' back on my one-room shack +Now my mom pimps an Ac' with minks on her back +And she loves to show me off of course +Smiles every time my face is up in The Source +We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us +No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us +Birthdays was the worst days +Now we sip Champagne when we thirsty +Uh, damn right I like the life I live +'Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all (It's all good, nigga) +And if you don't know, now you know, nigga +[Chorus: Total, The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] +You know very well (Money) +Who you are (Hoes and clothes) +Don't let 'em hold you down (Bankrolls) +And if you don't know, now you know, nigga +Reach for the stars (That's right) +You had a goal (It's all good) +But not that many (All good) +'Cause you're the only one (East coast, represent) +I'll give you good and plenty (C'mon) +And if you don't know, now you know, nigga +[Post-Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] +Representin' B-Town in the house (Biggie Smalls) +Junior Mafia, mad flavor (Bad Boy) +Uh, uh, yeah, aight (I see you, Cooch) +[Chorus: Total] +You know very well +Who you are +Don't let 'em hold you down +Reach for the stars +You had a goal +But not that many +'Cause you're the only one +I'll give you good and plenty +[Outro: Puff Daddy & Total] +Biggie Smalls, it's all good, nigga +Junior Mafia, it's all good, nigga +Bad Boy, it's all good, nigga +It's all good +That's right, '94 +And on and on, and on and on +You know very well +It's all good +Who you are +Yeah +Don't let 'em hold you down +Reach for the stars +[Produced by Pete Rock and Poke of Trackmasters]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Since A Youngin’[Hook: Lil Reese] +Since A Youngin bitch we been them niggas +Since a Youngin bitch I been a nigga +X4 +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +Since a youngin bitch I been that nigga +Rockin designer clothes shoes from my denium +Got good aim and I ain't gon miss him this +Chicago and I hope he down to get him +Anit with the pillow talking thats for bitches +Anit with the pillow talking thats for snitches +These niggas bitches so I anit with em niggas +Killers best belive I'm with them I'm with my +Niggas and we all we got play with my brother +Thats like do or die play with the fam thats +So suicide play with the fam thats so suicidel +I got killers at your front and your side door +At your window lay low might shoot inside though +Can't fuck wit niggas most niggas [they won't ride though] 3hunna ls +[Hook]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Break Ups 2 Make Ups (Live)[Intro: Method Man] +You and I 'til the day we die +Yo, yo +[Verse 1: Method Man & D'Angelo] +Ex-girlfriend, how you been? +I see you still tryin' to fuck with other women men +Remember when I first met you at your cousin's house? +A week later, we was crushin' on your mama couch (Ah, no) +Now it's been said that big girls, they don't cry +But they damn sure lie, I look you in the eye +Sayin' you they only +You and I 'til the day we die +Said you'd never leave me lonely +Fly tenderoni, but you phony +Shoulda listened when my mama told me (Uh) +Soon as I turn my back, you tryna fuck my homies +That was then, this is now, I got a new friend +Evеr since I cut them loose еnds, you wanna bone me +Add strife to my life, pussy that'll make me think twice +About leavin' the wife even, picture that +You ain't want me when you had me +Now you on your third baby-daddy +And you hate to see a nigga happy +So you tryin' mad ways to trap me +Looking at my girl nasty, tryna throw the pussy at me (Uh) +Fuck you mean? +[Interlude] +(Now look at this bitch over here tryin' to act like me) +(Uh-huh, fuck that bitch, she must like leftovers) +[Chorus: D'Angelo & Method Man] +I'm still lovin' you, babe (You and I 'til the day we die) +I'm still lovin' you, babe (Uh-huh, uh-huh) +I'm still lovin' you, babe (You and I 'til the day we die) +I'm still lovin' you, babe +I'm still lovin' you, babe (You and I 'til the day we die) +I'm still little lovin' you, babe (Ooh, ooh) +I'm still lovin' you, babe (You and I 'til the day we die) +Even if you're just — uh-uh, we ain't doin' that +[Outro] +This is for you, bro +Blessings always, respect +Give him his roses now, yo, D'Angelo, yo (Yes, sir) +Respect +Method Man, Redman, salute, salute +Uh, legends, kings, Method Red, DJ Scratch +Man, they killed that shit! (Oh, my God) +Oh, my God, that was a, that was a surprise +Oh, man (Wow) +They killed that shit, goddamn (Wow, man) +(So what's next, man?) What's next? +Shit, since they killed it, I just say we throw on "1000 Deaths" + +No Romeo No Juliet[Chorus: 50 Cent with Chris Brown] +Ayo, quit Captain Savin', serenadin' them hoes +She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough +She report to pimpin', now back to trickin' +She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin' +[Verse 1: 50 Cent] +Hey ho, get back to twerkin', back to workin' (Yeah) +Get back to strippin', they back to tippin' (Woo!) +Them stacks is fallin', they back to ballin' (Come on) +Them bottles is poppin', bitch, the mall is callin' us +Quit fuckin' around, not playin' around, bitch, shit is for real (For real) +Quick makin' a stack, bag make us a mill, I mean, get us a deal (Come on) +Bitch, fix us a meal, tell me how does it feel? +On the social network when they say a nigga really ain't got no chill +[Pre-Chorus: 50 Cent with Chris Brown] +He think he fuckin' my bitch, nigga, that bitch for rent +He know how to treat a ho, I mean all that money spent +She says you a sweetheart, a sweetheart +Things tend to go a little different 'round here, we pimpin' nigga +[Chorus: 50 Cent, Chris Brown & Both] +Quit Captain Savin', serenadin' them hoes +She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough +She report to pimpin', now back to trickin' +She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin' (Ayo) +Quit Captain Savin', serenadin' them hoes (Oh) +She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough (Ooh, ooh) +She report to pimpin', now back to trickin' (Yeah) +She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin' +We pimpin' nigga +[Verse 2: Chris Brown] +P.I.M.P., who the shotta them? +I'm the girl dem sugar, watch them follow him +Have the homies come through, 400, that be the block (Fruits) +Tag yo' shit, we goin' up on the Instagram +Higher than a ceilin' fan +I'm whippin' bricks in the kitchen +I'm flyin' shit out the window like I was Peter Pan +I handle my own shit, I own shit +Alone shit, middle finger to the middle man +Anybody that can get it when they want it +Finger fuckin' bitches, she gon tell me when she cummin' +50 in this bitch and I ain't askin' him for nothin' +That's my OG, if a nigga trippin', get to bustin' +Mo' money mean mo' problems +If your nigga got the money, we gon' rob him +Boy, I'm simply, a P.I.M.P +And I'ma let it go 'til the clip go empty (Wow!) +[Pre-Chorus: 50 Cent with Chris Brown] +He think he fuckin' my bitch, nigga, that bitch for rent +He know how to treat a ho, I mean all that money spent +She says you a sweetheart, a sweetheart +Things tend to go a little different 'round here, we pimpin' nigga +[Verse 3: 50 Cent] +I'm gettin' big money, starting to get hard to keep a nigga from hatin' (Yeah) +I’m with a white bitch, nigga Google this shit we interracial datin' (Haha) +This is a new wave, I'm a new Wraith, a nigga sit on suede (Come on) +Like I'm Special Ed, but I ain't Special Ed, bitch, I got it made (Ow!) +We here to make the paper, hope you niggas on the same page (Yeah) +You know boy in the hood'll have you runnin' like Ricky from the 12 gauge +You know my bottom bitch, I done told her how to break a nigga 12 ways +A few tricks a day, that there keep the bill collectors away +You hear my name on the street, circulatin', you heard I'm cakin' (Mmm) +These niggas try to compete, perpetratin', what's percolatin'? (Yeah) +I got game for days, ask around, they tell you I put it down +So a ho feel like I'm right next to her when a nigga way up town +[Pre-Chorus: 50 Cent with Chris Brown] +He think he fuckin' my bitch, nigga, that bitch for rent +He know how to treat a ho, I mean all that money spent +She says you a sweetheart, a sweetheart +Things tend to go a little different 'round here, we pimpin' nigga +[Chorus: 50 Cent, Chris Brown & Both] +Quit Captain Savin', serenadin' them hoes +She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough +She report to pimpin', now back to trickin' +She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin' (Ayo) +Quit Captain Savin', serenadin' them hoes (Oh) +She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough (Ooh, ooh) +She report to pimpin', now back to trickin' (Yeah) +She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin' +We pimpin' niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +It’s Going Down*Lyrics from Snippet +[Chorus] +I was at the bottom of the barrel and now I'm at the top (Let's go) +I cannot stop (Can't stop) +I saw my opps (My opps) +Grab the mob (The mob) +Meet me at the trap (Yeah) +But I am no Yung Joc but it's going down +It's going down +It's going down +It's going down +I was on the drugs all night +I was on the drugs all night +I was on caution zones +Now my pockets goin alright +[Verse 1] +I had to go get the guap +I had to go get the bands +I had to go get the money +Ran as fast as I can +Spent 200 on an Audi +Spent 200 on a Lamb +Peanut butter all on my seats +Got a Glock so I can’t get jammed +SRT on your Jeep +You need to get it fast +I pulled up in a URUS +Your bitch couldn’t give a damn +She said “Uzi I’m yours”2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Mr. Carter[Produced by Infamous and Drew Correa] +[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Yo, yo Drew and Inf +This-this, this right here is crazy +Yo I, I feel big, you know what I mean? +Like, not, not big in the sense of, weight +You know what I mean? Like gainin' weight or nothin' like that +Like colossal +Like, you know what I mean, like (sighs) +I heard you were lookin' for me +[Chorus: Sha-Ron Prescott & Lil Wayne] +Hey, Mr. Carter (Hello) +Tell me, where have you been? (Haha, you know, hehe) +Cause they've been asking, they've been searching +They've been wondering why (I know, haha) +Hey, Mr. Carter (Hey, hello) +Tell me, where have you been? (Shit, you know) +Cause they've been asking, they've been searching +They've been wondering why (Hahahah) +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, to you forever, from me to you +I heard somebody say "Church!" I'ma need a suit +I'ma need a coupe, I won't need a roof +Flyer than Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice +I got the flow, I'm tryin' to see the roof +Didn't wear a bulletproof so I got shot and you can see the proof +Blind eyes could look at me and see the truth +Wonder if Stevie do? +But I'ma leave it to God, not Beaver, neither you +Cause I'ma murder Y, kill O, and even U +Man, I got summer hatin' on me cause I'm hotter than the sun +Got spring hatin' on me 'cause I ain't never sprung +Winter hatin' on me 'cause I'm colder than y'all +And I will never, I will never, I will never fall +I'm being hated by the seasons +So fuck y'all who hatin' for no reason +[Chorus: Sha-Ron Prescott & Lil Wayne] +Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him!) +Tell me, where have you been? +Around the world and I'm back again! +Cause they've been asking, they've been searching +Who's been askin' about me? +They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin', hah!) +Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him!) +Tell me, where have you been? +Around the world now I'm back again! +Cause they've been asking, they've been searching +Who's been askin' about me? +They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin', hah!) +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, I been in and out the bank, bitch +While y'all asshole niggas been on the same shit +I flush and watch 'em go down the drain quick +Two words you never hear: "Wayne quit!?" +Cause Wayne win, and they lose +I call 'em April babies, cause they fools +And when they snooze, we up! +Feet up, like a paraplegia +Or paraplegic? I parallel park +In that red-and-yellow thing; old school Atlanta Hawk +Like I'm from College Park, but I'm from Hollygrove +Now all my Bloods scream "Soo-woo" and "Da-da-doe" +I know my role and I play it well +And I weigh it well, on my Libra scale +I suck a pussy, fuck a pussy, leave it there +Long hair, don't even care +[Chorus: Sha-ron Prescott & JAY-Z] +Hey, Mr. Carter (Young! I am him) +Tell me, where have you been? +Around the world now I'm back again +Cause they've been asking, they've been searching +Who's been askin' about me? +They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin') +Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him) +Tell me, where have you been? +Around the world now I'm back again +Cause they've been asking, they've been searching +Who's been askin' about me? +They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin', chyeah) +[Verse 3: JAY-Z] +I'm right here in my chair with my crown and my dear +Queen B, as I share, mic time with my heir +Young Carter, go farther, go further, go harder +Is that not why we came? And if not, then why bother? +Show no mercy in Murcielagos +I'm far from bein' the bastard that Marcy had fathered +Now my name's been mentioned with the martyrs +The Biggies and the Pacs and the Marleys and the Marcuses +Garvey; got me a molotov-cocktail flow +Even if you box well, can't stop the blows +Kaboom! The Roc Boy in the room +The dope boy I just came off the spoon +Also, I'm so fly I'm on auto- +Pilot, while guys just stare at my wardrobe +I see Euros, that's right: plural +I took so much change from this rap game, it's your go +(Hey Mr. Carter) Young! +[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] +It's my go, yeah… And I'ma go so opposite of soft +Off the richter, Hector, Camacho Man, Randy Savage +Far from average, above status–quo, flow so pro +I know, I ride slow, and when I pass +They say, "What up, killa?" Man, stop bringin' up my past +And next time you mention Pac, Biggie, or Jay-Z +Don't forget Weezy, Baby! +[Chorus: Sha-Ron Prescott, Lil Wayne & Choir] +Hey, Mr. Carter (Amen) +Tell me, where have you been? (Yeah) +Cause they've been asking, they've been searching +They've been wondering why (Haha) +Hey, Mr. Carter (Amen) +Tell me, where have you been? (Hova!) +Cause they've been asking, they've been searching (Weezy) +They've been wondering why (Baby!) +Hey, Mr. Carter (Hahaha) +Tell me, where have you been? (I been hustlin') +Cause they've been asking, they've been searching (Hustlin' hard) +They've been wondering why (Chyeah!) +Hey, Mr. Carter +Tell me, where have you been? +Cause they've been asking, they've been searching +They've been wondering why +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +And I swear to everything, when I leave this Earth +It's gonna be on both feet, never knees in the dirt +And you can try me, fucker, but when I squeeze, it hurt +Fine, we'll lose two lives; yours and mine +Give me any amount of time, don't let Ms. Carter grieve +At the funeral parlor, drippin' tears down my sleeve +Give me any amount of time, don't let Ms. Carter grieve63EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Suicidal Thoughts[Intro: Puff Daddy] +Hello? +Aw shit, nigga! The fuck time is it, man? +Oh, God damn +Nigga, do you know what time it is? +Aw shit, what the fuck's goin' on? +You aight? +Ah, nigga, what the fuck is wrong with you? +[Verse: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] +When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell +'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell (What you talkin' 'bout, man?) +It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies +Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies (Aw, man) +God'll probably have me on some real strict shit +No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked +Hangin' with the goodie-goodies, loungin' in paradise +Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice (You talkin' some crazy shit now, nigga) +All my life I been considered as the worst +Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse (Ah) +Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion +I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion +She don't even love me like she did when I was younger (Yo, get a hold of yourself, nigga) +Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger +I wonder; if I died, would tears come to her eyes? +Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies (You're buggin', B) +My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two +Who's to blame for both of them? (Nah, nigga, not you) +I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit +Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit (Nigga, what the fuck?) +And squeeze until the bed's completely red (It's too late for this shit, man) +I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddha head +The stress is buildin' up, I can't— I can't believe (Ayo, I'm on my way over there, man) +Suicide's on my fuckin' mind, I wanna leave +I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me +But nah, you wouldn't understand +Nigga, talk to me please, man! +You see, it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie in New Jack +Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back (Ayo, ayo, man, I'm out) +Should I die on the train track like Ramo in Beat Street? (I'ma call you when I get in the car) +People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me (Ayo, where your girl at, man?) +My baby mama kiss me, but she glad I'm gone (Yo, put your girl on the phone, nigga!) +She know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on +I reach my peak, I can't speak (Ayo, you listenin' to me, motherfucker?) +Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak (Ayo, c'mon, nigga) +I'm sick of niggas lyin' (Cut that), I'm sick of bitches hawkin' (Ayo) +Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin' (Nigga, yo, yo, Big! Ayo, chill!) +*Gunshot* +Ayo, Big! Ayo, Big! +[Outro] +Please hang up and try your call again +Please hang up— Is a recordingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Breather[Intro] +Nard & B +Trenchwork +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +If we fuckin', that's my pussy, better not give it to nobody +We started we was young, so it barely got some bodies +I just love my nine, she be with me like we family +Fuckin' with no condoms 'cause I'm tryna start a family +Gotta take a breather +Gotta take a breather +Gotta take a breather +Gotta take a breather +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +Fuck her on the Temper-Pedic +Turn around, let me eat it +Flip her over, let me beat it +Let her swallow all the semen +Let me close, the pussy bleedin' +I'ma smash it for no reason +Kill it dead if she cheatin' +I won't share 'cause I'm greedy +His and hers, yeah, we eatin' +Khaki bag to the needy +Shawty super, super ready, ayy +Got me super, super jealous, ayy +Fly with super, super yellow, ayy +I'ma cop a new bezel, ayy +Fuck her for a lotta minutes +Take a shot of that Henny, ayy +I'ma give you the business +You should take that Henny straight +I be seein' all my homies under your pic +Don't pay these hoes no attention, this is your dick +Turn on Pandora, play your shit +Put me in your life, we don't waste no time +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +If we fuckin', that's my pussy, better not give it to nobody +We started we was young, so it barely got some bodies +I just love my nine, she be with me like we family +Fuckin' with no condoms 'cause I'm tryna start a family +Gotta take a breather +Gotta take a breather +Gotta take a breather +Gotta take a breather +[Verse 2: PARTYNEXTDOOR] +Did I hit it? Yup +Is it mine? Yup +Was it wet? Was it wet? +Was it cryin'? Yeah, yup +I think you think (I think you think) +That I don't think that it's mine (That I don't think that it's mine) +I think you drink (I think you drink) +And forget about me all the time +I, I be counting moons +I, I don't think it's too soon +I, I don't think I'm too cool +To say that I miss you +Come on, baby, ride, baby, ride +With the time of your life +That mean you love it for once +I might be drunk or be high +Either or, I can't decide +Let's just admit that you're mine +I'ma claim it, bitch +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +If we fuckin', that's my pussy, better not give it to nobody +We started we was young, so it barely got some bodies +I just love my nine, she be with me like we family +Fuckin' with no condoms 'cause I'm tryna start a family +Gotta take a breather +Gotta take a breather +Gotta take a breather +Gotta take a breather +[Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign] +You know you mine +You know you mine, yeah +We spend the time +Like all the time, ooh, yeah, yeah +I hit you raw like all the time, yeah +We in the mall like all the time +So many diamonds I can't tell the time +I been going out, keep me alive +First I'ma roll the L, pass me the light +Under my Gucci belt, that's a vibe, mmm +All this drinking and this kissing got me horny +Put your lips on me then put that pussy on me +Ride that D just like you backseat of the Harley +Hold on tight, babe, hold me down, hold me down +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +If we fuckin', that's my pussy, better not give it to nobody +We started we was young, so it barely got some bodies +I just love my nine, she be with me like we family +Fuckin' with no condoms 'cause I'm tryna start a family +Gotta take a breather +Gotta take a breather +Gotta take a breather +Gotta take a breather +[Outro] +TrenchworkEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +My All [ALT][verse] +I gotta go right now that's all +Nothing to it don't expect no call +Y'all been plotting on me, praying I fall +I been working, I been giving my all +I gotta go right now that's all +Nothing to it don't expect no call +Y'all been plotting on me, praying I fall +I been working, I been giving my all +[Instrumental break] +[verse] +I gotta go right now that's all +Nothing to it don't expect no call +Y'all been plotting on me, praying I fall +I been working, I been giving my all +I gotta go right now that's all +Nothing to it don't expect no call +Y'all been plotting on me, praying I fall +I been working, I been giving my all +[instrumental break] +[outro[ +I gotta go right now that's all +Nothing to it don't expect no call +Y'all been plotting on me, praying I fall +I been working, I been giving my allEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Roses[Produced by Kanye West and Jon Brion] +[Verse 1: Kanye West] +I know it's past visiting hours +But can I please give her these flowers? +The doctor don't wanna take procedures +He claim her heart can't take the anesthesia +It'll send her body into a seizure +That lil' thing by the hospital bed, it'll stop beepin +Hey, chick, I'm at a loss for words +What do you say at this time? Remember when I was nine? +Tell her everything gon' be fine, but I be lyin' +Her family cryin', they want her to live, and she tryin' +I'm arguin', like, "What kind of doctor can we fly in?" +You know the best medicine go to people that's paid +If Magic Johnson got a cure for AIDS +And all the broke motherfuckers passed away +You telling me if my grandma's in the NBA +Right now, she'd be okay? +But since she was just a secretary +Working for the church for 35 years +Things 'sposed to stop right here? +My grandfather tryin' to pull it together, he strong +That's where I get my confidence from +I asked the nurse, "Did you do the research?" +She asked me, "Can you sign some t-shirts?" +"Bitch, is you smokin reefer? +You don't see that we hurt?" But still– +[Hook: Bill Withers & Tony Williams] +I smile +When Rosie comes to see me +And I can't wait for a sunny day (Seeing it through your eyes) +Can't wait for the clouds to break +[Verse 2: Kanye West] +They outside of the emergency room, room +You can feel my heartbeat, beat, beat +If she gon' pull through, we gon' find out soon +But right now, she 'sleep, sleep, sleep +My momma say they say she could pass away any day +Hey chick, what these doctors know anyway? +Let me see the X-rays, I ain't no expert, I'm just hurt +Cousin Kim took off of work +Plus, my Aunt Shirley, Aunt Beverly, Aunt Klaye and Aunt Jean +So many aunties we could have an Auntie Team +Feel like Amerie, it's just "1 Thing" +When they said that she made it, you see they eyes gleam +I think we at a all-time high +To get there, we run, we fly, we drive +'Cause with my family, we know where home is +So instead of sending flowers, we the roses +[Hook: Bill Withers & Tony Williams] +I smile +When Rosie comes to see me +And I can't wait for a sunny day (Seeing it through your eyes) +Can't wait for the clouds to break +[Break: Bill Withers & Patti LaBelle] +'Cause Rosie brings the sunshine (Oh) +[Hook: Bill Withers & Tony Williams] +I smile +When Rosie comes to see me +And I can't wait for a sunny day (Seeing it through your eyes) +Can't wait for the clouds to break +[Hook: Bill Withers & Patti LaBelle] +I smile +When Rosie comes to see me +And I'm sad when Rosie goes away +'Cause Rosie brings the sunshine (Say) +[Outro: Patti LaBelle] +Can't wait, I can't wait, no +Can't wait, I can't wait, no +Can't wait, I, can't wait +No, can't wait, for +For a sunny day +Momma can't wait +For the clouds to break +Mm mmm mm mm-mm mm-mm +Oh-oh-oh-oh, no, no, say +Tellin' you the truth now +Said I can't wait, uh-uh +I won't wait, no + +Where My Bitches AtWhere my bitches at? +Where the fuck my bitches at? +[Verse 1] +These chicks know who I be +I got this rap broads scared to death of me +I drink gallons of Yak, smoke pounds of the weed +See, Duchess alone gone cost me a G +If I need a hot track I'ma call Lay-Z +Like what up Ma I'm coming thru +And my mans is dimes they coming too +So while I do my rhyme they doing you +Yea I love my bitches they keep it gully +Monday room bars havin drinks with sunny +With all my ice on till they turn the lights on +Lefty gun in my right palm like Myson +Bad chicks, mad you ain't know I get my style on +Witcha fucked up face looking like Dylon +Mad makeup painted and piled on +It'll prolly crack if you smile wrong +Look +Done up I'm a dime +I'm a 9 when I'm natural +But dont get it twisted bitch I'll still smack you +Your friend wanna act up? +She can get smacked too +Ok wanna play then them things can cop +It ain't a thing anyday I can pop your top +And I just got started ain't about to stop +Admit it the flow retarted and the girl is hot see if remy ma the best then i guess you not +See most chicks want a dude with a tool with a nice clip +Me I want a tool with a scope and a nice clip +You know a N1 or a AR15 +Equipped with shell catchers night vision and end beams +Plus extra bullets for all the haters +I keep it street like Styles and flow sick like Jada +If the squad was the Lox I guess id be chic, background like suck my dick all over the beat +Walk with me +Like Pun said +I ain't a rapper I dont rap +Think I was pink the way they scared to catch eye contact +Bitch you ain't crazy +You dont wanna get smacked call me miss vma +Bum bitch lean back +Lean back you don't want +What the fuck you can't be serious +And I can't be touched bitch period +I know you hearing it my name gotta heavy ring +I got them screaming "damn Rem on everything" +Thats word to everything +You can catch me anyday anytime +Any hood bitch heavy bling +See that's gangsta +I'll get my up north niggas +That just came home to shank ya + +Selsun Blue[Hook] +Get rid of the residue +Get rid of all the white, like Selsun Blue +This that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 +I'm so sorry, I feel terrible +Yeah, I know I keep on telling you +Leggo +[Verse 1] +It's all about the Young fuckin' Money +It's a war in these streets, I need a Humvee +That AK-47, that's my trusty +Got some tricks up my sleeves, I need some cufflinks +Oh Lord, these niggas soft, these niggas fluffy +Another one bites the dust 'til his gums bleed +Oh Lord, Public Enemy, Chuck D +Me with no money's like a bunny with no front teeth +Fuck me? It's fuck you if it's fuck me +I hit the kush, blow it out like a bum knee +Where the haters? Point 'em out and ask 'em what's beef +Stack of hundred dollar bills in a scrunchie +Oh Lord, kamikaze, kidnappin' killers +Screaming "Fuck the other side!" +She ride the dick, the dick gon' kill her, vehicular homicide +Oh Lord, I'm Sorry 4 The Wait, nigga +I'm sorry for them other guys +Lay a nigga down, Nina sang his ass a lullaby +Wave your white flag all you want, bitch, I'm colorblind +Bad bitch with me got thunder thighs and her mother's eyes +Li-li-li-lick my lollipop like it got gum inside +Miami in the winter, Cali in the summertime +My bitch is independent, she don't ask me for a dime +Love it when we makin' love, hate it when it's fuckin' time +Disrespect the caterpillar, rave about the butterfly +Bullet ain't got no name, nigga, but you could get it customized +Run up in your house, undisguised, why you look surprised? +Motherfuckers better fuckin' hide, I feel like Mr. Hyde +Athletes still gettin' jacked like they missin' tires +Oh Lord, one of the wildest B's in my hive +I'll sting a bitch and die anytime +Hate it when the fuckin' police shut the session down +We just talkin', we just skatin', we just messin' round +Tell them niggas that be hatin' we ain't messin' round +They just barkin', they just fakin', they gon' settle down +We got bitches, we got beer, we got Bobby Brown +Skatin' underneath the bridge, dead body found +Do a trick over the body, hope he smilin' down +Do a trick off of some stairs, land on solid ground +Grizzly Gang in this bitch, check the grip tape +Nigga came on your bitch, ooh milkshake +Chop a cocaine brick like a sensei +Break the great white down to a fish plate +Woo! Pockets on inflate +Got the Yay locked down like Kim K +I been sippin' codeine since 10K +I be cussin' while I'm bustin', "Die motherfuckers" +Oh Lord +[Hook] +Get rid of the residue +Get rid of all the white, like Selsun Blue +It's that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 +I'm so sorry, I feel terrible +Yeah, I know I keep on telling you7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Don’t Hurt Me[Ol' Dirty Bastard] +Yo, stepping fresh out the clean, through the fog +I be that Ol' stinkin' Dirt McGirt dog, with a hurtin' for ya +That nigga liftin' ya skirt, learned it in the dark +Hurtin' bitches feelings on purpose, I'm a dog +Biting, no -- I don't bite, see +I just like to nibble on ya nipple, a little +It's not a riddle, or game, with dope +I just wanna stroke or poke, you in the right place +As if your pussy got a nice face +You need to stop fucking with lightweights +See my Roc chain is heavy, cock game, is ready +To shoot, oh bitch, go get cute +Cuz you can easily get treated like a prostitute +Please believe me, I like it raw, because I'm so freaky +Dirty, but a nigga still shining when you see me +You know that nigga, A, Son +Never been tooken out, Dame, good looking out +Hoes holla! +[Hook: Rhymefest (girl) {Ol' Dirty Bastard}] +I'mma keep it real, don't hurt me +A nigga like me, love the ill punani, cuz I'm dirty +Please don't flirt with the Dirt McGirt +When I'm done, liftin' ya skirt, then this mic get hurt, u know +(Don't hurt me, Dirty) {Okay} +(I promise, I won't you, Dirty) {You sure?} +(Don't hurt me, again) {Okay} (Don't, don't, don't hurt me again) +[Ol' Dirty Bastard] +Aiyo, my album gets crazy, but I'm still on the low +Your style is flashy, and you don't got no hoes +Don't front, I spit classics, you know how it go +On my leisure, Lisa give me so much throat +Well I need ya, bitch, betta have my dough +And Indonesia, in the Dutch, already rolled +Don't let 'em fool ya, tell you, Ol' Dirty's a joke +Somebody school her, tell her Ol' Dirty's a pro +First it's marriage.... then it's babies.... +You know, Dirt love the babies.... (aiyo, bounce with me now) +It's game time, baby, ball with me now, I'm in your court, now +In your grand marquee, on tour with me now +With the Benz, laid back, in the hood with me now +Momma said she wanna go with me, cuz I make her feel good +When she go away with me, Ol' Dirty, nigga! +[Hook] +[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard (girl)] +(Don't hurt me, again, don't, don't, don't hurt me again) +Yeah, I'm back, what you thought? +(Don't hurt me, again, don't, don't, don't hurt me again) +Shake ya ass to this! + +My Friend Artist[Intro] +Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it +Yeah, I got it +Yeah, I got it +Yeah, okay +Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh +[Chorus] +Christian Dior, yeah, that's all on my harness +Your bitch asked me, "Do I miss her?" I said, "Hardly" +She on my dick and that bitch, she a Barbie +I don't say her name but she ride like a Harley +Arch on her back so I call that girl Archy +She want a pill, yeah, the one that say RP +That nigga said he fucked on a lil' bitch +But that shit that he talkin' 'bout, it is malarkey +[Verse] +My boys movin' babies, my whip got a car seat +Niggas, they bitches, I can't hear your heartbeat +My car from the future, it don't got no start key +My wrist look like Huncho, my neck look like Starchy +Treat my girls like piano, only play the dark keys +I love you, you love me, our thing sound like Barney +Uh, forty thousand spent at Barneys +Uh, no Armani on my garments +Yo, what's your name? (Sorry) +Have you met my friend Artist? (No) +Have you met my friend Artist? (No) +Have you met my friend Artist? (Yeah) +He be drippin', I be saucin', uh +Not 'bout money, why you talkin'? Yeah +Why this lil' bitch keep fraudin'? Yes +And she from the city, she from Boston +[Chorus] +Christian Dior, yeah, that's all on my harness +Your bitch asked me, "Do I miss her?" I said, "Hardly" +She on my dick and that bitch, she a Barbie +I don't say her name but she ride like a Harley +Arch on her back so I call that girl Archy +She want a pill, yeah, the one that say RP +That nigga said he fucked on a lil' bitch +But that shit that he talkin' 'bout, it is malarkey +Christian Dior, yeah, that's all on my harness +Your bitch asked me, "Do I miss her?" I said, "Hardly" +She on my dick and that bitch, she a Barbie +I don't say her name but she ride like a Harley +Arch on her back so I call that girl Archy +She want a pill, yeah, the one that say RP +That nigga said he fucked on a lil' bitch +But that shit that he talkin' 'bout, it is malarkey1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +ILL Bill TV[Verse 1: ILL Bill] +I spoke to Osama's cousin +He said that Jeb Bush was waiting with the helicopter +Blooded out, the Crips got Barry O at the teleprompter +Warlords argue over who brew the better vodka +Death is constant, value of life's less than nonsense +Process this information for me +Suck it through the barcode implanted in your face for free +You're just a Broken Arrow, homie, I'm a mushroom cloud +A walking suitcase nuke with a fuck you smile +Coked out hoes, sold out shows in Poland +Polo P-wings and Stadium hoodies, it's an explosion +Of the skull and guns, mafia meetings +FIB tags on belt parkway graffiti +The top of your face bleeding +What you reaching for? +Get your fucking hand out your pocket +And tell your man to stop acting so pompous +You in the mosh pit, pay attention, big brother is watching +Matter fact so are all of y'all +My YouTube channel is bonkers +[Chorus: ILL Bill] +This is ILL BILL TV - Goons on the scene +Shooters with cream - You glued to the screen +[Verse 2: ILL Bill] +We could watch the twin towers evaporate, obliterate, incinerate +Or watch this big titty bitch dictate, I spit hate, spit love +I spit drugs, I innovate, I make digital transistors integrate +The eagle, the owl and the octopus +Secrets that are worth dying for +Symbolism debatable like existence of dinosaurs +Final Call, witnesses of Jehovah spy in your door +Viral war, pyramid occupied by the eye of the storm +Campus rampage, suicide high school +Typhoon of firebombs, tsunami of firearms +A monsoon of multinational corporate chirons and icons +My logo might as well be a planet strangled by pythons +Or better yet a skull with double guns, muthafucker run +Left the undercover, drugged him with a needle from my brother Muggs +We make the music that your mother loves +Now she glued to the screen too, it's kinda bugged +[Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Lil Peep DiscographyNavigationReleased ✧Projects ✧May 16, 2015 • feelz ↗ +August 25, 2015 • Garden ↗ +September 18, 2015 • LIL PEEP; PART ONE ↗ +October 17, 2015 • in the bedroom, i confess ↗ +October 31, 2015 • Mall Musicc ↗ +November 14, 2015 • Romeo's Regrets ↗ +December 1, 2015 • LIVE FOREVER ↗ +December 19, 2015 (Re-release January 18, 2020) • VERTIGO ↗ +January 16, 2016 (Re-release January 29, 2021) • california girls ↗ +March 3, 2016 • ☆DEADBROKE☆ ↗ +May 31, 2016 • Changes ↗ +June 10, 2016 (Re-release June 10, 2020) • crybaby ↗ +June 19, 2016 • teen romance ↗ +July 4, 2016 (Re-release July 2, 2021) • castles ↗ +September 25, 2016 (Re-release September 25, 2020) • HELLBOY ↗ +February 6, 2017 (Re-release July 2, 2021) • CÅSTLES II ↗ +August 15, 2017 • Come Over When You’re Sober, Pt. 1 ↗ +November 9, 2018 • Come Over When You’re Sober, Pt. 2 ↗ +October 31, 2019 • GOTH ANGEL SINNER EP ↗ +November 15, 2019 • EVERYBODY’S EVERYTHING ↗2014 ✧May 24, 2014 • The Goat ↗ +September 2014 • ​Longitude (w/unreleased music video) ↗ +November 18, 2014 • Keep My Coo ↗2015 ✧May 12, 2015 • give u the moon ↗ +May 16, 2015 • ​toxic city ☣ (w/unreleased music video) ↗ +May 16, 2015 • ​feelz ♡ (w/unreleased music video) ↗ +May 16, 2015 • ​life ✞ ↗ +May 30, 2015 • ​nuthing to lose ↗ +June 7, 2015 • Never Alone ↗ +August 9, 2015 • veins ↗ +August 10, 2015 ​• praying to the sky ↗ +August 17, 2015 • Star shopping ↗ +August 24, 2015 • the way i see things ↗ +August 25, 2015 • 420 ↗ +August 25, 2015 • Piss ↗ +August 25, 2015 • SagginMyPants ↗ +August 25, 2015 • Crystals ↗ +August 25, 2015 • Body ↗ +August 25, 2015 • Garden ↗ +September 5, 2015 • high school ↗ +September 8, 2015 • Waste of time ↗ +September 8, 2015 • Family ↗ +September 18, 2015 • ​another song ↗ +September 18, 2015 •​ five degrees ↗ +September 18, 2015 • nothing to u ↗ +September 18, 2015 • ​its me ↗ +September 18, 2015 • ghost boy ↗ +September 18, 2015 • shame on u ↗ +September 25, 2015 • Doubled Up ↗ +October 7, 2015 • Goth Queen ↗ +October 10, 2015 • October ↗ +October 14, 2015 • A Plan to Kill Myself ↗ +October 16, 2015 • Boba On The Rocks ↗ +October 16, 2015 • wanna be ↗ +October 17, 2015 • On the Floor ↗ +October 17, 2015 • Ride ↗ +October 17, 2015 • Blacked Out ↗ +October 17, 2015 • Swamp Theme ↗ +October 17, 2015 • We’ll Be Fine ↗ +October 18, 2015 • Fishscale ↗ +October 27, 2015 • 40 MISSED CALLS ↗ +October 28, 2015 • ​halloween ↗ +November 1, 2015 • Thinking Bout You ↗ +November 1, 2015 • Bacc At It ↗ +November 1, 2015 • Dead Money ↗ +November 1, 2015 • Hot Topic ↗ +November 1, 2015 • I Could ↗ +November 1, 2015 • With U ’til the End ↗ +November 1, 2015 • Fucc Out My Face ↗ +November 1, 2015 • In Dis Empty Club ↗ +November 1, 2015 • The Day I Finally Do It ↗ +November 1, 2015 • Turnin Up in the Back ↗ +November 1, 2015 • Cop Me An O ↗ +November 1, 2015 • 300 Feet Below ↗ +November 1, 2015 • Raveyard Shift ↗ +November 1, 2015 • She Said ↗ +November 1, 2015 • Yung Dumb Goth ↗ +November 1, 2015 • Hate My Fucc’n Life ↗ +November 9, 2015 • UNBREAKABLE ↗ +November 14, 2015 • Repair ↗ +November 14, 2015 • Poison ↗ +November 14, 2015 • Watch ↗ +November 14, 2015 • Shelter ↗ +November 17, 2015 • Bitch I’ma Kill You ↗ +November 27, 2015 • Lil Yung ↗ +December 2, 2015 • ​angeldust ↗ +December 2, 2015 • mirror, mirror ↗ +December 2, 2015 • pick me up ↗ +December 2, 2015 • nuts ↗ +December 2, 2015 • ​​​​haunt u ↗ +December 2, 2015 • vibe ↗ +December 2, 2015 • Live Forever ↗ +December 2, 2015 • flannel ↗ +December 2, 2015 • 2008 ↗ +December 3, 2015 • Dreams ↗ +December 5, 2015 • ​come around ↗ +December 6, 2015 • Apparition Love ↗ +December 11, 2015 • ​lil kennedy ↗ +December 15, 2015 • Dyspnea ↗ +December 19, 2015 • drugz ↗ +December 19, 2015 • M.O.S. [battery full] ↗ +December 19, 2015 • shiver ↗ +December 22, 2015 • Words You Hear On a Sinking Ship ↗ +December 23, 2015 • WATER DAMAGE ↗ +December 24, 2015 • MO MURDA ↗ +December 30, 2015 • Black Fingernails ↗2016 ✧January 12, 2016 • Another Cup ↗ +January 13, 2016 • BACKSTAGE SHAWTY (w/unreleased music video) ↗ +January 15, 2016 • ​let me bleed ↗ +January 22, 2016 • Beamer Boy ↗ +January 22, 2016 • pray i die ↗ +January 25, 2016 • Running out of Time (R.O.O.T.) ↗ +January 26, 2016 • The Pull Off ↗ +January 27, 2016 • Niagara (Waterfall) ↗ +January 30, 2016 • Little Hell ↗ +February 2, 2016 • beat it ↗ +February 6, 2016 • Sleepy Hollow ↗ +February 8, 2016 • DEATHWISH ↗ +February 15, 2016 • Rain ↗ +February 23, 2016 • ​california world ↗ +February 28, 2016 • P2M ↗ +February 29, 2016 • Told Ya Freestyle ↗ +March 3, 2016 • WALK ↗ +March 3, 2016 • Rockstar ↗ +March 3, 2016 • SIXTEEN SWISHERS ↗ +March 3, 2016 • Switch Up ↗ +March 4, 2016 • Emo Nite ↗ +March 8, 2016 • lil poop ↗ +March 11, 2016 • cocaine shawty (w/unreleased music video) ↗ +March 12, 2016 • ​lets get it ↗ +March 12, 2016 • Ashamed of Myself ↗ +March 15, 2016 • Ignorant ↗ +March 16, 2016 • Pussy ↗ +March 19, 2016 • Crying Diamonds ↗ +March 26, 2016 • Every Weekend ↗ +March 31, 2016 • ​your eyes ↗ +April 1, 2016 • Homecoming ↗ +April 1, 2016 • Gym Class ↗ +April 12, 2016 • On The Run ↗ +April 15, 2016 • Flexin ↗ +April 15, 2016 • ​nineteen ↗ +May 2, 2016 • ​ghost girl ↗ +May 17, 2016 • ​white tee ↗ +May 25, 2016 • ​driveway ↗ +November 15, 2019 • Liar (w/unreleased music video) ↗ +May 31, 2016 • P.S. Fuck You Cunt (w/unreleased music video) ↗ +May 31, 2016 • Light Show ↗ +May 31, 2016 • Lose My Mind ↗ +May 31, 2016 • Lie To Me ↗ +May 31, 2016 • Let It Flow ↗ +May 31, 2016 • Glassy ↗ +June 1, 2016 • Dying ↗ +June 10, 2016 • crybaby ↗ +June 10, 2016 • lil jeep ↗ +June 10, 2016 • yesterday ↗ +June 10, 2016 • absolute in doubt ↗ +June 10, 2016 • big city blues ↗ +June 10, 2016 • ​skyscrapers (love now, cry later) ↗ +June 10, 2016 • falling 4 me ↗ +June 13, 2016 • Blueberry Lemonade ↗ +June 16, 2016 • The Kronik ↗ +June 19, 2016 • regrets ↗ +June 19, 2016 • teen romance ↗ +June 19, 2016 • suck my blood ↗ +July 1, 2016 • Tears ↗ +July 4, 2016 • ​pain ↗ +July 4, 2016 • castles ↗ +July 4, 2016 • white wine ↗ +July 22, 2016 • ​sex [last nite] ↗ +August 7, 2016 • This Feeling ↗ +August 30, 2016 • Gods ↗ +August 31, 2016 • ​Down for you ↗ +September 1, 2016 • Coke ↗ +September 5, 2016 • ​move on, be strong ↗ +September 18, 2016 • Hair Dye (Dead) ↗ +September 19, 2016 • NEWWORLDORDER ↗ +September 26, 2016 • hellboy ↗ +September 26, 2016 • drive by ↗ +September 26, 2016 • OMFG ↗ +September 26, 2016 • ​the song they played (when i crashed into the wall) ↗ +September 26, 2016 • fucked up ↗ +September 26, 2016 • cobain ↗ +September 26, 2016 • ​gucci mane ↗ +September 26, 2016 • interlude ↗ +September 26, 2016 • worlds away ↗ +September 26, 2016 • red drop shawty ↗ +September 26, 2016 • Girls ↗ +September 26, 2016 • nose ring ↗ +September 26, 2016 • we think too much ↗ +September 26, 2016 • the last thing i wanna do ↗ +September 26, 2016 • walk away as the door slams ↗ +September 26, 2016 • No Love ↗ +September 28, 2016 • Bullet ↗ +October 11, 2016 • Fuck Fame ↗ +October 12, 2016 • Missed Calls ↗ +October 12, 2016 • Kiss me ↗ +October 16, 2016 • Prada ↗ +October 24, 2016 • Doubt Me ↗ +October 27, 2016 • Oh Its Lit ↗ +November 2, 2016 • about u ↗ +November 3, 2016 • Kiss ↗ +November 8, 2016 • love letter ↗ +November 9, 2016 • ​backseat ↗ +November 15, 2016 • right here ↗ +November 16, 2016 • giving girls cocaine ↗ +December 10, 2016 • Smokepurpp on a Bean ↗ +December 14, 2016 • Honestly ↗ +December 17, 2016 • i crash, u crash ↗ +December 19, 2016 • Fantasy ↗ +December 24, 2016 • BURNT DIARY ↗ +December 26, 2016 • Not the One ↗ +December 28, 2016 • kisses in the wind ↗ +December 30, 2016 • Drip (Remix) ↗2017 ✧January 1, 2017 • Stop the Car ↗ +January 28, 2017 • ​Last Fall ↗ +January 30, 2017 • Crying ↗ +February 6, 2017 • Never Eat, Never Sleep ↗ +February 6, 2017 • Dying Out West ↗ +February 6, 2017 • ​witchblades ↗ +February 6, 2017 • Past the Castle Walls ↗ +February 6, 2017 • Your Favorite Dress ↗ +February 9, 2017 • Hollywood Dreaming ↗ +February 9, 2017 • ​Getting Money Still Sad Too ↗ +February 15, 2017 • 4AM IN LA ↗ +February 18, 2017 • Freebee’z ↗ +February 23, 2017 • Oh ↗ +March 2, 2017 • Same Shit ↗ +March 6, 2017 • Man Down ↗ +March 12, 2017 • Unify ↗ +March 22, 2017 • Suicide ↗ +March 27, 2017 • Overdose ↗ +April 1, 2017 • In Dis Bih (Bih) ↗ +April 10, 2017• Us ↗ +April 14, 2017 • Sodium ↗ +May 18, 2017 • Going Through My Cellphone ↗ +May 29, 2017 • Mud on My Gucci ↗ +June 2, 2017 • No Respect Freestyle ↗ +June 8, 2017 • Benz Truck (Гелик) ↗ +June 14, 2017 • 16 Lines ↗ +June 14, 2017 • White Girl ↗ +June 17, 2017 • Pictures 2 ↗ +June 24, 2017 • ​u don’t know me ↗ +June 28, 2017 • Cocaina Pearls ↗ +July 27, 2017 • ��​The Brightside ↗ +August 2, 2017 • Black Jeep ↗ +August 7, 2017 • Broken Smile ↗ +August 12, 2017 • Moving On ↗ +August 15, 2017 • Save That Shit ↗ +August 15, 2017 • Awful Things ↗ +August 15, 2017 • U Said ↗ +August 15, 2017 • Better Off (Dying) ↗ +August 15, 2017 • Problems ↗ +August 26, 2017 • ​Nightslayer ↗ +September 1, 2017 • Supernova/Reflection ↗ +September 20, 2017 • When I Lie ↗ +September 22, 2017 • Belgium ↗ +September 25, 2017 • Benz Truck, Pt. 2 ↗ +September 26, 2017 • Time Bomb ↗ +October 6, 2017 • Visine ↗ +October 12, 2017 • Avoid ↗ +October 13, 2017 • Poor Thing ↗ +October 25, 2017 • Heaven Sent ↗ +November 5, 2017 • Downtown ↗ +November 10, 2017 • ZZZ ↗ +November 16, 2017 • I Can’t Feel My Face ↗ +November 16, 2017 • Get Fucked Up ↗ +November 16, 2017 • Neverland ↗ +November 16, 2017 • Nobody ↗ +November 24, 2017 • Tearing ↗2018 ✧January 12, 2018 • Spotlight ↗ +January 15, 2018 • Got Em Like ↗ +January 27, 2018 • Dreams & Nightmares ↗ +May 14, 2018 • ​4 Gold Chains ↗ +June 28, 2018 • Leanin’ ↗ +July 31, 2018 • Black Clothes ↗ +September 19, 2018 • Falling Down ↗ +September 27, 2018 • Sunlight on Your Skin ↗ +October 18, 2018 • Cry Alone ↗ +November 1, 2018 • Runaway ↗ +November 7, 2018 • Life is Beautiful ↗ +November 9, 2018 • Hate Me ↗ +November 9, 2018 • IDGAF ↗ +November 9, 2018 • Sex with My Ex ↗ +November 9, 2018 • Broken Smile (My All) ↗ +November 9, 2018 • Fingers ↗2019 ✧January 31, 2019 • I’ve Been Waiting ↗ +February 11, 2019 • I’ve Been Waiting (Original Version) ↗ +November 15, 2019 • PRINCESS ↗ +November 15, 2019 • Text Me ↗ +November 15, 2019 • RATCHETS ↗ +November 15, 2019 • AQUAFINA ↗ +November 15, 2019 • walk away as the door slams (acoustic) ↗ +November 15, 2019 • Fangirl ↗ +November 15, 2019 • LA to London ↗2020 ✧July 27, 2020 • Me and You ↗ +October 28, 2020 • Cocaina Pearls Remix ↗2021 ✧April 9th, 2021 • Spine ↗ +April 12, 2021 • Burial Grounds ↗Unreleased ✧Projects ✧2015/2016 • Peep & Craig Xen Mixtape ↗ +2016 • JGRXXN, Ghostemane, Craig Xen & Lil Peep EP ↗ +2016 • Peep Hart EP ↗ +2016 • Lil Peep & Smokepurpp Mixtape ↗ +2016 • Hate Me - EP ↗ +2017 • Lil Peep & Harry Fraud ↗ +2017 • Lil Peep & Ricky Hil EP ↗ +2017 • WYTE CHYNA ↗ +August 2017 • Lil Peep & Milkavelli Mixtape ↗ +August 2017 • Diamonds ↗2014 ✧[?] • downdowndown ↗2015 ✧End My Life ↗ +Buzzin' ↗ +High School w/ SOWHATIMDEAD ↗ +The Neighbours ↗ +Unreleased track w/ Supa SortaHuman ↗ +Unreleased track w/ SPVZZMVTiK2016 ✧Drugs on Me (Glorified) ↗ +Fall Asleep ↗ +Looking For You ↗ +Lick ↗ +Lil Angel ↗ +On the Highway ↗ +Trapped In My Mind ↗ +Unreleased track with CHETTA ↗ +Unreleased track prod. Craig Xen ↗ +Unreleased track with Nine Callisto2017 ✧Ballin’ ↗ +Bye Bye Baby ↗ +Black Clothes ↗ +Choose ↗ +Cruise With You ↗ +Cut Myself ↗ +Death Wish ↗ +Diamond (Piano Freestyle) ↗ +Don’t Lose Focus ↗ +Don’t Panic ↗ +Everybody Hates Me ↗ +Favorite Drug ↗ +Just In Case ↗ +Hot On The Block (Coke Nails) ↗ +Hypnotized ↗ +I Sell Cocaine ↗ +I Was There ↗ +IDGAF ↗ +In The Car ↗ +Junkie ↗ +Kiss Me ↗ +Let U Down ↗ +Lost In The Mail ↗ +My Bad ↗ +My Turn ↗ +Nasty Names ↗ +November ↗ +One More Chance ↗ +Paid to Party ↗ +Piece Of Shit ↗ +Prove My Love ↗ +Race Car ↗ +Really Loving U ↗ +Rent ↗ +Selfish ↗ +Sidelines ↗ +Smokin’ ↗ +Spine ↗ +Suck The Tip ↗ +Sunlight on Your Skin (Original) ↗ +That Juice ↗ +Thug it Out ↗ +Toys ↗ +Twisted ↗ +Unknown song with Riff Raff prod. Diplo ↗ +Wait In Line ↗ +What’s New ↗Unknown date ✧Unknown song w/ wifigawd ↗ +Unknown song on a WILLIE G beat "Bleach" ↗ +Unknown song w/ Lil B +Unknown song w/ RiFF RAF ↗ +Unreleased song w/ Celes Karter +Unreleased song w/ JiLLA_JUNT1995 +Unknown song w/ Supa SortaHuman ↗ +Unreleased song prod. BigHeadDemos ✧Projects ✧2017 • Come Over When Your Sober ↗2017 ✧4 Gold Chains ↗ +16 Lines ↗ +Awful Things ↗ +Better off (dying) ↗ +Cry Alone ↗ +Hot On The Block ↗ +My Turn ↗ +Spotlight ↗ +Leanin’ ↗ +Problems ↗ +Runaway ↗ +Save That Shit ↗ +Sex With My Ex ↗ +Spine +Spotlight ↗ +Sunlight On Your Skin ↗ +The Brightside ↗ +U Said ↗ +White Girl ↗ +ZZZ ↗Alternative Versions✧Alternative Projects ✧2018 • Come Over When You’re Sober, Pt. 2 (Label Concept) ↗2018 ✧2018 • Runaway ↗ +2018 • When I Lie (Travis Scott Remix) ↗ +2018 • Fingers (Charli XCX Remix) ↗ +2018 • Cry Alone (Post Malone Remix) ↗ +2018 • 16 Lines (Juicy J Remix) ↗2019 ✧2019 • Belgium ↗ +2019 • Moving On ↗ +2019 • When I Lie ↗2020 ✧2020 • Words You Hear On a Sinking Ship ↗ +2020 • DEATHWISH ↗ +2020 • Now That I Found You ↗ +2020 • In The Car ↗10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Slavery Was a Choice Pt. 2 [May 1, 2018]we need to have open discussions and ideas on unsettled pain +to make myself clear. Of course I know that slaves did not get shackled and put on a boat by free will +My point is for us to have stayed in that position even though the numbers were on our side means that we were mentally enslaved +They cut out our tongues so we couldn't communicate to each other. I will not allow my tongue to be cut +Kanye vs the media is modern day Willie Linch theory. +they hung the most powerful in order to force fear into the others. +they can no longer stop our voice. +the Nat Turner movie never made it anywhere because it showed slaves revolting. I understand why my god brother Puff calls his network revolt. +if this was 148 years ago I would have been more like Harriet or Nat +the universe has a plan. I knew that TMZ would be awesome. +we are programmed to always talk and fight race issues. We need to update our conversation. +the reason why I brought up the 400 years point is because we can't be mentally imprisoned for another 400 years. We need free thought now. Even the statement was an example of free thought It was just an idea +once again I am being attacked for presenting new ideas +in school we need to learn how magic Johnson built his business not always about the past. Matter fact I've never even heard of a high school class that presents future ideas +when the media masses and scholars talk about what started today. Here's a title ... +the overground hell road +I freed a thousand slaves I could have freed a thousand more if only they knew they were slaves. - Harriet Tubman +[Cristiano Tweet] + +Head Busta(Hook) +The boys im fuckin with some head bustas, head bustas +These niggas im rollin with some head bustas, head bustas +(Verse - Boosie) +Head busta, heart stopper u dont wanna start partner +Creep up slowly and its loaded nigga plus they all choppas +Lil daddy u can't win, i'm trippin drinking Hennessy +My consciousness to the curb so u better think again +I was raised in the cave in the south where i stay +Treat niggas like slaves i don't use whips i use k's +My temper is like a bubble, u buss it u in trouble +Won't play me since i'm small bet u ain't gon play another +Nigga i'll take ya brother and come duckin take yo mammy +Niggas can't stand me, because i'm comin through on caddy +I know some head bustas who will leave yo ass dead +I ain't never buss a head but i shot until they dead +Come try me i ain't scared, everybody got they time +If u don't wanna die then don't come and fuck with mine +These boys slang a nine, if u ever touch that nerve, they hit up on yo shoulder i'm gone knock it on the curb +(Hook) +The boys im fuckin with some head bustas, head bustas +These niggas im rollin with some head bustas, head bustas +(Verse - Pimp C) +Hol up, down with the gangster niggas, that ain't rock the bluffin, thug sipp the weed spitter strictly head bussin, selfmade millionaire R.A.L. is my mob, breakin bread with Chris cuz bussin heads is jobs. Hear you talkin lil boy but your game is shitty, all you pussy azz niggas get the fuck out the city, cuz i always keep a 44 in the stash on the floor, in the drop sittin low, 20 inches of momo +Spittin out, in the porch, with a yellow stallion heart. Bitch you got a vicious mob, pussy hoes they bury ?. Always fuckin top charts, models you see in the book, serb captain pimp it ain't got nothin to do with looks, you wanna hit i rode da book, do the beat and sing tha hook, write the shit and through the mix, its like i serve a brick. every city through da store, it move like snow. if you really wanna war im ready to go +(Hook) +The boys im fuckin with some head bustas, head bustas +These niggas im rollin with some head bustas, head bustas +(Verse - Boosie) +Niggas wanna head bust me cuz i shine, pump that rest shit out ya head like hines if you fuck with mines. mane i ain't gon play with non of you boys, i'll spray anyone of you boys, you playin, show the difference between a hoe and man. you won't find me turn off hollin, by 11 make you fatty, got 2 choppas and they ready, when they chop it you respect it, ain't no secret i keep that 9 with me, and when i need dem choppas go get Turk out Zion city, i know he dyin with me, ride with me, through the thick and the thin, niggas head bust in the world but get that dick in the pen, say Pimp you make that harder and my k gon do the slaughter, if you can't find that nigga lets go to school and take his daughter, im proud of this shit, you see DD, KD, and Donkey they gon ride for this shit, you see that T.R.A.C.K. mane, i'll die for that bitch, and that's on everything i own, first time you niggas play with me boy you gone +(Hook) +The boys im fuckin with some head bustas, head bustas +These niggas im rollin with some head bustas, head bustas (X3)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Doo Wop Freestyle[Intro] +Ayo, I know these niggas don't like me +But I don't like none of ya'll niggas, you know what I'm saying? +50 cent, 9-9, motherfucking Doo Wop +Volume 3, take it however the fuck you wanna take it +Faggot ass niggas (50 Cent show these niggas how to rock) +[Verse 1] +Yo, they shot that boy down like a dog in the street +Left him smelly, man fuck that, roll 'em over, take that Pelle Pelle +You ain't never heard a motherfucker spit like this +Not even Puff and that nigga there made crazy hits +Every few years a nigga come who crazy hot +I'm the next best thing since Biggie and Pac +Now I'm saying this shit slow, so you don't miss it +Don't be a statistic, my jewels from the district +Stay with my biscuit, touch mines and get twisted +Son, I'm off the meter, my mind locked on crime +See I'm tired of all these rapping niggas dying to shine +And I'm tired of fiends asking for a dime for nine +Hearing this next punchline from me may sound strange +You sit your 5-dollar ass down before I make change +Yo, the sale went stale, caught 'em real bad +Fresh out the jail, shit is really real +Niggas is still in jail, and I pray they don't tell +20-man indictment, my lawyer gotta fight this +Niggas know I ain't never pressed for dough +And niggas know I don't serve nobody I don't know +Son said he was from O.T., pay 11 an O.Z +My man brought 'em to me, see he ain't really know, B +That it was hot, dude was a cop +He was just trying to prop to put the new beams on his drop +First I served him O.Z.'s then I served him whole keys +Now we all co-d's -- damn man, I O.D +You know how it is on the street, niggas is holding the heat +Po-po walking to beat, we burning L's up in the jeep +Ain't nothing sweet, we used to move so strategic +It's over, I can't believe it, damn it's over +Feds seized the Six, the Lex' and the Range Rover +Now a nigga rolling in a Toyota Corolla +Used to never get high, now I'm never sober +.380 six-shot Glock top loader +Keep it in my waist, son, I'll put one in your face +I ain't got nothing to lose, nigga, so stay in your place +Just jumped bail, I ain't been on the run long +But it feel like a motherfucking marathon +[Outro] +Come on, bounce, nigga, bounce +Wop the reason why y'all motherfuckers say bounce, bitch +Niggas, niggas don't set trends, niggas just jump on dicks +That's why they Bloods and Crips nowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Mind Right (Freestyle)[Intro: Tk-N-Ca$h] +My mind right +I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right +I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right +Yeah +Yeah +[Hook: Tk-N-Ca$h] +I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right +(Leave that ho alone to get my mind right) +I had to come up on a check to get my mind right +(come up on a check to get my mind right) +I had to- +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Get my mind right +Money white +Hustle right +Fuck her right +Fuck it right +Fuck them pussy niggas I’ll see ‘em in another life +Woo! May my tombstone read what a life +Pussy ass nigga say he thuggin’ he a fuckin' lie +Tell him I say its a wrap like it's mummified +Hustle for a hundred days a hundred nights +Run it right +Runnin’ lights +Duckin’ lights +There he go, cut the lights +Try to spare these niggas but I put 'em on fuckin' strike +Got these niggas scrambling, and we sunny side +Come at me sideways I ride three six five days +Hot as a latte, picante, an entrée +I am the fucking best man for the job +These niggas bridesmaids, I leave niggas sideways +I don't want to hear it to me it's just blasé +I need my money ándale ándale +I got my mind right I got my mind made +But how come the early bird acting like I'm late +I'm ready for war +Money right +Hustle white +Alright +Fuckin' right +Whippin' white all night 'til a nigga knuckle white +Smoke a pound drunk a pint, another pint, another pint +B-T-W F-Y-I F-Y-L +Fuck your life L-O-L bullet shell, bloody knife +Body parts, babies crying, bitches running, bells ringing +Had to leave my heavenly bitch for a hell's angel, Lord +I l-l-licked the pussy 'til I got my L's tangled +I take CMB off the YM, I'm just spell checkin' +Yeah, I know a nigga named Rodney King +Get along with him and not with me +'Cause I'm on the edge and I'm 'bout to leave +Gun to his head make him count to three +One, two, three +BOW BOW BOW BOW +She gave me head she forgot to breathe +Straight from the bed to the shower scene +Straight from the stove to the block nigga +I do numbers you can count on me +Remember when I didn't have a pot to pee +Now I look like I done hit the lottery +Went from poverty to property +Make a mockery of a shopping spree +These niggas ain't cold they ain't hot to me +They think they like me but they not to me +Wait let me put my binoculars on +You fake as fuck as far as I can see +My eyes red as fuck look like a eye disease +I let that yopper squeeze, I sat down with me +And then I told myself, look before you kill somebody leave +[Hook: Tk-N-Ca$h & *Lil Wayne*] +I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right +(Leave that ho alone to get my mind right) +*Woah, my mind right, get my mind right, ayy* +I had to come up on a check to get my mind right +*I want my money nigga* +*Come up with that check get my money right* +I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right +(Leave that ho alone to get my mind right) +*I got my mind right, my money right, I'm ready for war* +I had to come up on a check to get my mind right +(come up on a check to get my mind right) +*Yeah, yeah, I got my mind right, my money right, I'm ready for war* +[Outro: Lil Wayne & Tk-N-Ca$h] +Yeah, yeah, Y-M-C-M-Beef yeah +Y-M, not them, and I'm the real Young Moolah baby +My mind right, I had to leave them boys alone to get my mind right +I had to come up on a check I want my money nigga +Come up with that check I want my money nigga +I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right +(Leave that ho alone to get my mind right) +I had to come up on a check to get my mind right +(come up on a check to get my mind right)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Ghost & Giancana[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Yea, yea +It's like rap pa', huh? What? +Y'all bitch-ass niggas, what? What? +Leave a mark on your face, duke +Word, uh-huh, you fake fucks +Eh-yo, eh-yo, eh-yo.. +[Ghostface Killah] +I bathe in a tub of guns, dry off with the clips +Now I'm automatic Jack, that's what I've become +Gangsta lean leanin, peach cobbler pockets fit the graham cracker +Outfit you still Dream of Jeanie in +Kings, stay 'greein, nightly prince Of Egypt +Plenty of days I read up, skiied up, whips all beat up +7:30, the sky is fallin, the most of this dyed with dirty urines +It's the dark-skinned Kris Kringle +Crisp bangle material, boggle minds how I popped up in your cereal +Rocks the eagle beat with the rocks pushed in +Pediatric wildin, grippin the floors like cushion +Samuel Jackson, Action Jackson, Mike Jackson, Staten +Dusthead niggas that'll have you laugh, you call +Quicker, and we brawl in big arenas, G&C +Catch me in the spot with a guillotine +[Hook 2X: Ghostface Killah] +In the back of the church, my book be the Book of Life +Donated nothin, hit the preacher wife +This go to all real niggas that be shootin dice +Stashin ya cracks and maggots stick to me in life +[Kool G. Rap] +Eh-yo we pot of soil, shot our nines of chrome +Just watch how many minds get blown +When I cock mines behind your dome +They gon' find your bones +With your top popped behind your home +Havin a stumb' runnin to find ya phone +B.G.F. and when we the kind to roam +Roll through ya hood and we shine the stones +Blind every dime in the zone +Shit on every line in the poem +And drop a jewel like a diamond in Rol' +B.G.F. war ones, let the fours dump in the forefront with your horse ones +Your body found inside of a Ford trunk, smellin like four skunks +Blast up and cut into four chunks +Shot down and not found for four months +Who playin outfield without a chest shield? +Wanna move? Choose ya weapon of steel +Nigga we 'bout reppin for real +Only take a second to peel +Should've known there was a Tec in the deal, nigga + +Lollipop[Produced by Jim Jonsin & Deezle] +[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Oww! Hahahaha +Uh-huh +No homo (Young Mula, baby) +I said, "He's so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper" +(Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!) +So I let her lick the rapper (Hahaha!) +[Refrain: Static Major] +She-She-She licked me like a lollipop (Yeah) +She— She licked me like a lollipop, l-lollipop (Yeah) +Sh-Sh-She licked me like a lollipop (Yeah) +She— She licked me like a lollipop, lollipop +[Chorus: Static Major] +Shawty want a thug (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +Bottles in the club (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +Shawty wanna hump (Yeah) +You know I like to touch (Yeah) +Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (She lick me like a lollipop) +Shawty wanna thug, thug, thug (I like that) +Bottles in the club, club, club (I like that, hahaha) +Shawty wanna hump +You know I like to touch +Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (C'mon, yeah!) +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Okay, lil' mama had a swag like mine (Yeah) +She even wear her hair down her back like mine (Yeah) +I make her feel right when it's wrong, like lying (Yeah) +Man, she ain't never had a love like mine (Yeah) +But man, I ain't never seen a ass like hers (Go!) +That pussy in my mouth, had me lost for words (Go!) +So I told her back it up like, "urp— urp—" (Yeah) +And I made that ass jump like, "jermp— jermp—" (Hahaha! Yeah!) +And that's when she... +[Refrain: Static Major & Lil Wayne] +She-She-She lick me like a lollipop (Oh yeah, I like that) +She— She lick me like a lollipop (Oh yeah, I like that) +She-She-She lick me like a lollipop (Yeah, I like that) +She— She lick me like a lollipop (Lil' mama!) +[Chorus: Static Major, Lil Wayne, & Both] +Shawty want a thug (Shawty want a thug, yeah!) +Bottles in the club +Shawty wanna hump +You know I like to touch (Yeah) +Your lovely lady lumps (Yeah, shawty wanna) +Shawty want a thug (I like that) +Bottles in the club (Hey, I like that) +Shawty wanna hump (I like that) +You know I like to touch (I like that! Haha!) +Your lovely lady lumps (Yeah) +[Post-Chorus: Static Major & Lil Wayne] +Okay (Yeah), after you back it up, don't stop (Drop it!) +Drop it, shawty (Yeah) drop it like it's hot +Ooh, drop— dr-dr-dr— drop it like it's hot (Yeah) +Do-Do-Do— Do it, shawty, don't stop (Yeah) +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit (Yeah) +Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't this (Yeah) +Shawty say the nigga that she with can't hit (Yeah) +But, shawty, I'ma hit it, hit it, like I can't miss +And he can't do this (Ugh), and he don't do that (Ugh) +Shawty need a refund (Yeah), need to bring that nigga back (Ugh) +Just like a refund (Ugh), I make her bring that ass back (Ugh, ugh) +And she bring that ass back, because I like that (Ugh, ugh) +[Chorus: Static Major & Lil Wayne] +Shawty want a thug (Yeah, yeah I like that) +Bottles in the club (Yeah, I like that) +Shawty wanna hump (Yeah, I like that) +You know I like to touch (Yeah) +Your lovely lady lumps (Yeah) +[Refrain: Static Major, Lil Wayne & Both] +Shawty wanna lick, lick, lick, lick, lick me like a lollipop +I said, shawty wanna lick, lick, lick, lick, lick me like a lollipop +Shawty wanna lick me... Like a lollipop +(So I let her lick the rapper) She— She lick me like a lollipop +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Shawty want a thug (Shawty want a thug) +Bottles in the club (Bottles in the club) +Shawty wan' hump (Shawty wan' hump) +You know I like to touch +Your lovely lady lumps (Hahaha) +Stat! +[Bridge: Static Major & Lil Wayne] +Call me, so I can make it juicy for you (Go!) +Call— Ca-Call me, s— so I can get it juicy for you (Go!) +Call— Ca-Call me, so I can make it juicy for you (Go!) +Call— Call me, s-s-so I can get it juicy for you +Call— Call me, so I can make it juicy for you (I said, hmm, mmm) +Call— Ca-Call me, s-so I can get it juicy for you (Hmm, mmm) +Call me, so— so I can make it juicy for you (Mmm, mmm) +Call— Call me, so-so-so I can get it juicy for you (Mm-hm) +[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Static Major; Lil Wayne] +Shawty want a thug, thug, thug (I like that) +Bottles in the club, club, club (Yeah, I like that) +Shawty wanna hump +You know I like to touch +Your lovely lady lumps +I say, shawty want a thug +Bottles in the club +Shawty wanna hump +You know I like to touch (Yeah) +Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +I get her on top (Yeah), she drop it like it's hot (Yeah) +And when I'm at the bottom, she Hillary Rodham (Ha) +The middle of the bed (Yeah), giving, gettin' head (Yuh) +Givin', gettin' head (Huh), givin', gettin' head (Haha) +I said hmm, mmm (I like that) +Said hmm, mmm, mmm (Yeah, I like that) +I said hmm, mmm, mmm (Yeah, I like that) +Mm-hm +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +Say, call me, so I can come and do it for you +Call me, so I can come and prove it for you +Call me, so I can make it juicy for you +Call me, so I can get it juicy for you +[Refrain: Static Major, Lil Wayne, & Both] +Shawty wanna lick, lick, lick, lick, lick me like a lollipop (Haha!) +She— She lick me like a lollipop, l-lollipop +I said he's so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper +She-She-She lick me like a lollipop +(What you do?) So I let her lick the rapper +She— She lick me like a lollipop52EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Izzy izzy ahh - amended versionI pulls up in my strech, I let my homegirls flex my 9-8 +Close and closer they follow in my Limo, playin' CD's +Of when I used to heeehee totally in my ass chicks +They sweat these beets, for any kinda jeeps, you know how +I is, so freakin' hot that I siz, geewiz, get my clothes taylored +Like I'm liz, miz, I'm comin' for your ass in a min, seconds or hours +Everything I do seem to bloom like flowers, I cruise these beets like +I'm drivin' Eddie Bauer, some of ya'll MC's mad I got the power +I hit you with the pll pmm uhh +Take that, niggas wanna step well um uhh take +That, what mmm uh uh take that +Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah +Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah +Hard bitches be talkin' like they all rah rah +Blizzy blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay +None of y'all fools ain't got shit on me +Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah +Hard bitches be talkin' like they all rah rah +Blizzy blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay +None of y'all fools ain't got shit on me +M-A to the G double O my man Moe, smooth like Joe +Timberland where you get the doe +I'ma get my niggas +Niggas go and get ya hoes +Flows to me, come so natural +I'ma take a stroll role this high droll +I'ma take my ass to pazzaz and essoh +Slow oh down diggy diggy doh +Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah +Hard bitches be talkin' like they all rah rah +Blizzy blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay +None of y'all fools ain't got shit on me +Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah +Hard bitches be talkin' like they all rah rah +Blizzy blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay +None of y'all fools ain't got shit on me +You never heard beats like this before +When me and timberland walk throught the door +Our style be tighter then before +You like our steelo +You never heard beats like this before +When me and timberland walk through the door +Our style be tighter then before +You like our steelo +Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah +Blizzy blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay +Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah +Hard bitches be talkin' like they all rah rah +Blizzy blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay +None of y'all fools ain't got shit on me +Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah +Hard bitches be talkin' like they all rah rah +Izzy izzy ahh zizah zizah zizah +Zizah zizah zizah + +Basically FR[Intro: Young Thug] +Yeah +Yeah +Basically for real +For real for real +Hiee! +[Chorus: Lil Durk & Young Thug] +Basically for real +Dirty ass bitch can't get her hair did (Woah!) +Basically for real +Bum ass bitch look better than her kids (Basically, yeah) +Basically for real +Fuck nigga tryin' hang around for the perkys +Basically for real +Fuck her one time why buy purses (Woo woo!) +Basically for real +Grow my hair back now she dick riding +Basically for real +Cash her out 'cause she got a big ass +Basically for real (Basically for real) +Yo' block poppin' these niggas gon' switch sides +Basically for real (Basically for real) +Stay away from a fuck nigga yo' snitch ass +[Verse 1] +Bitch ass, tryin' pull me under like quicksand +When I do the dash I switch hands +With my day ones don't switch mans +Free stock caught the feds had good glass +Get on your ass and it's no pass +I used to rap with a notepad +Came from nothin' can't go back +My BM ride with both sides +My niggas rob with no mask +I fucked yo' bitch with no cash +She suck my dick got no ass +Came from the jungle it made me wild +Ball on your own gotta say the shit loud +Big G locked up over that metal +They wish he was out he could set an example (gang) +I just put mud in that Fanta +OG bought toys, ain't believe in Santa +You want smoke you smokin' camel +Better off go fighting cancer +Deadly, my shoe game on Jet Li +You been my brother when you met me +Sneak dissin' ass nigga so messy +Let's get it! +[Chorus: Lil Durk & Young Thug] +Basically for real +Dirty ass bitch can't get her hair did +Basically for real (Basically for real) +Bum ass bitch look better than her kids +Basically for real (Basically for real) +Fuck nigga tryin' hang around for the perkys +Basically for real +Fuck her one time why buy purses (Yeah, let's go!) +Basically for real +Grow my hair back now she dick riding +Basically for real (Basically for real) +Cash her out 'cause she got a big ass +Basically for real (Basically for real) +Yo' block poppin' these niggas gon' switch sides +Basically for real (Basically for real) +Stay away from a fuck nigga yo' snitch ass +[Verse 2] +Basically, got yo' baby momma tasting me +Sneak dissin' me tryin' come around that shit fake to me +Basically, you be hatin' tryin' lace the weed +For real for real basically, she tryin' suck my seeds +For real for real money on yo' head tryin' duck these Gs +You ain't no shooter tryin' slide OT tryin' say you a killer +That little Frank Mueller, got the same watch but my shit bigger +That FN with us, shoot they block up fuck them niggas +Get yo' hair did, get yo' feet did +Basically for real ain't tryin' get on no deep shit +Basically a basic bitch be on some cheap shit +She suck my dick bitch keep that blunt hoe you can keep it +[Chorus: Lil Durk & Young Thug] +Basically for real +Dirty ass bitch can't get her hair did (Basically for real) +Basically for real +Bum ass bitch look better than her kids (Basically for real) +Basically for real +Fuck nigga tryin' hang around for the perkys +Basically for real +Fuck her one time why buy purses (Basically for real) +Basically for real +Grow my hair back now she dick riding (Basically for real) +Basically for real +Cash her out 'cause she got a big ass (Basically for real) +Basically for real +Yo' block poppin' these niggas gon' switch sides (Basically for real) +Basically for real +Stay away from a fuck nigga yo' snitch assEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Trenches (2021)[Verse: Lil Durk & Roddy Ricch] +She want the big body Benz, she want the fast one +You best start countin' my pockets to get your ass done +Don't suck my dick on this flight, it might be your last one +Make sure you take this case whenever the feds come +'Cause I came dodgin' the jakes and gettin' every Chrome +Tried to flush the dojo when we heard the feds, woah +Pour a dirty soda with the percocet, woah +Went to sleep counting up, all my friends dead and, woah +I'm gettin' street love from different nations, woah +Skeleton AP 'cause it ain't A shit, woah +We just bought out the projects that we was raised in +Turn my nigga to CEO, straight out the state pen' +I was runnin' around in the trenches catchin' cases +Got twenty year for Speedy trial, he got no patience +I remember thinkin' in the trenches that I was gon' die +Put a lot of my niggas in the ground and they can't see the sky +If you gon' snake me, let me know so I won't be surprised +I'm overprotective about my bitch, you can't even see her thighs +How you a OG in your hood? You don't even feed your guys +I ain't talk to the nigga who raised me in years, I'ma keep on tryin' +Got giant watches on my wrist, they can't ever cuff a nigga +'Cause when the color came through, they knew the duffle bigger +I came from fiends, murderous robbers and some drug dealers +Came out the streets, if we got ties, then I'm fuckin' with you +You did time, ain't tell on your guys, then I'm fuckin' with you +And why you claspin' a million cash like it ain't nothin'? NiggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Thug Talk[INTRO: BOOSIE TALKING] +I'd like to welcome everybody to Thug Talk +A lot of people won't understand Thug Talk +But they got millions of people who will understand Thug Talk +If you don't understand, I want you to listen to song for song +Song for song and by the end, you will understand +Thug Talk +So, feel me now nigga +Feel me now +[HOOK] +We say Mama don't worry +But we can't promise no worry +We say sister be cool +Even when it ain't cool +Tell our nephews to chill but they wanna live just like you +We say Mama don't worry +But we can't promise no worry +We say sister be cool +Even when it ain't cool +Tell our nephews to chill when they wanna live just like you +[VERSE 1] +At night we pray for better days +Hope trouble go its separate ways +Bad luck we accept it like we goin' thru a phase +Tell Mama don't worry +We gon' be straight, we say we got it +Still she worry bout haters +And our safety from the narcotics +So when you leave she hit her knees +And plead that God protect her son +He say he straight +But he really thuggin' and he accept it how it come +Tell his sister be cool +But her fear of losin' you is tragic +You big brother, and she love ya +But she ain't never had a Daddy +You do thangs to make her happy +But that make her sit and think +She ask you when you gon' stop thuggin' +But he look and say he can't +Cause he got rank +Poured tha Act up out tha pint +Money everywhere +His nephew stare +And that's tha one you tellin' chill +This real +[HOOK] +We say Mama don't worry +But we can't promise no worry +We say sister be cool +Even when it ain't cool +Tell our nephews to chill but they wanna live just like you +We say Mama don't worry +But we can't promise no worry +We say sister be cool +Even when it ain't cool +Tell our nephews to chill when they wanna live just like you +[VERSE 2] +My hustle got me comin' thru +My nephew wanna hustle too +I tell him chill +He tell me Boo, I'm hurtin' if I don't hustle too +What I'm 'posed to do? +Used to tell Big Mama everything gon' be aight +'Could see tha look up in her eyes like it just might not be aight +Thug Talk +Like I'm gon' make it out this fuckin' neighborhood +But wit' no change mane I'm stuck up in this fuckin' neighborhood +Since Pampers I was lead by examples +But it was different +Only ones I looked up to was tha niggas who was really gettin' it +Thug Talk +Tell another thug Mama it's gon' be ok +When her son sittin' up in that casket 3 feet away +How I'm gon' tell lil' daddy put down tha guns +When it's on my waist +How I'm gon' tell lil' daddy life sweet +Wit' this look on my face +[HOOK] +We say Mama don't worry +But we can't promise no worry +We say sister be cool +Even when it ain't cool +Tell our nephews to chill but they wanna live just like you +We say Mama don't worry +But we can't promise no worry +We say sister be cool +Even when it ain't cool +Tell our nephews to chill when they wanna live just like youEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +I’m Single[Verse 1] +Camo shorts and Bubba Kush +We can talk she'd rather fuss +This and that 'bout such and such +Damn, where is the fucking trust +I'm tired of the hoop and hollering +I'm 'bout to take the coupe to Collins +Then take a female to the Island +Then take her clothes off and do the honors +Yeah, now she hear I'm with them other bitches +Yeah, I told her mind her fucking business +Shit she probably out here fucking niggas +I'm fucking her friends +Now her friends ain't even fucking with her +Damn, she text me all day and night +So pissed off she ain't even spelling shit right +I text her back, and tell her it's life +Now somebody tell them hoes, I'm single for the night +[Chorus] +Yeah, I'm single +Nigga had to cancel that bitch like Nino +I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something +And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me +And I'm single, yeah, I'm single +And I'm single, tonight I'm single +And I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something +And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight +[Verse 2] +Dreads braided to the back +I'm chilling but my swag on full attack +And my girl acting like a brat +So when she call, I don't answer, I just write her back +She hate it when I do that shit +And when I get home she go through my shit +She call numbers back to see who that is +Man I hate it when she do that shit +Polo t-shirt, Polo drawers +Now make me take this Polo off +Girl you can get broken off +Yeah, I fuck you for an hour then I smoke it off +Swimming trunks and bathing suits +Then go in the bedroom and tell the naked truth +Don't wanna fuss, ain't tryna fight +Man somebody tell them hoes I'm single for the night +[Chorus] +Yeah, I'm single +Nigga had to cancel that bitch like Nino +I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something +And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me +And I'm single, yeah, I'm single +And I'm single, tonight I'm single +And I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something +And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight +[Verse 3] +Now she got on her fuck 'em dress +And I got on my double-breast +And he been fussing all day with her +And I make her feel special like a place kicker +She wanna be Weezy F Baby-sitter +Say she wish she could cut my dick off and take it with her +I say hold up +She say she just playing +Then I falls in that pussy like quick sand +Hot sex and cold wine +She left that nigga hanging like a clothes line +I cut my phones off, both lines +It's about to get nasty, pork rinds +She came hard, both times +We both say we single, and we both lying +We both wrong, but it feel right +Put your hands up if you single for the night +[Chorus] +Yeah, I'm single +Nigga had to cancel that bitch like Nino +I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something +And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me +And I'm single, yeah, I'm single +And I'm single, tonight I'm single +And I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something +And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight +[Outro] +If you're single, put your hands up +If you're single, put your hands up +If you're single, put your- +If you're single tonight +If you're single, put your hands up +If you're single, put your hands up +If you're single +If you're single tonight28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Cherry Range[Intro: RZA] +Yeah, yo, what up yo? +Yeah, yeah, what up? +Nothin', man, hold on +Someone beepin' on my other line and shit +Nigga, I've seen everything I wanted to see +Come on son, yo, in my Range Rover runnin' out this muthafucka and shit +I be there in ninety minutes, aight, I make a stop +Aight, peace, one-one +[RZA] +I'm up in the Cherry Range, drivin' fast through heavy rains +My mind's on everything, my Wiz, my seed, the five pounds of weed +My dog got bagged with tryin' to sling in D.C +My cell phone rings off the hook: "brrring!" +"Kinetic 9: Yo, what's the word, king?" +[Beretta 9] +Duckin' lights, b.s. and problems, pushin' through Holland Tunnel +Tryin' to avoid getting caught up in the funnel +'Cuz in the jungle, sometimes you gotta rumble +With the, the Beez... +[RZA] +... That's why we study degrees +And keep our third eye open for c-cypher punks +Will bag you for a blunt and lock you up for a month +You've seen Bird? You had beef with that chump +And I heard he came home from a two-year slump +[Beretta 9] +Yeah, I heard, I got the pump in the trunk +And when I see that crab, I'm a dump in his lump +'Cuz niggas ain't shit but welfare cheese +[RZA] +With their food stamp bitches and their coupon seeds +[Beretta 9] +Frontin' with their platinum like they're O's and G's +[RZA] +When faced with the gat, niggas pose and freeze +And melt like snow on my windshield, that windmills +In my mind spin, they give skin chills +Yo, son, we gotta make them deals +For ten mill's so we can pay them bills, yo +[Hook: RZA & Beretta 9] +You wanna eat how we wanna eat, live how we wanna live +Be what we wanna be, give what we wanna give +Say what we wanna say, play how we wanna play +Teach what we wanna teach, do what we gotta do +Eat how we wanna eat, live how we wanna live +Be what we wanna be, give what we wanna give +Say what we wanna say, play what we wanna play +Teach what we gotta teach, lay where we wanna lay +Do what we gotta do, eat how we wanna eat +Live how we gotta live, be what we wanna be +Give what we gotta give, say what we wanna say +Play anywhere we play, teach where we gotta reach +Do what we gotta do, lay where we wanna lay +Stay where we wanna stay, pay who we wanna pay +And get our record played, on the radio +Airwaves, without havin' to pay the fuckin' D.J.! +[Hook 2X: Xavier Naidoo] +Say what you wanna say, do what you wanna do +Eat how you wanna eat, be what you wanna be +Live how you wanna live, give what you wanna give +Play where you wanna play, stay where you wanna stay + +Cuttin’ Headz[Verse 1: Ol’ Dirty Bastard & RZA] +Here it is. Where’s it at? In the back. Got a stack +The Dirty Bastard. Yo, you Bastard flip the phat track +Here I go, here I go, whether friend whether foe +Let them know that I flow over the rainbow +Hit the deck. Aw, yep, *ch-ch plow* from the Tek +Takin’ heads, takin’ necks. What the fuck they expect? +I don’t know! I don’t care! I won’t fall! I won’t stare +At a ho, ’less I know that I’m going to the mo- +T-t-tel, ’cause I’m lousy, my technique is drowsy +Stop tryin’ to foul me, sayin’ that we're lousy +But I’m a tyrant, defiant, walkin’ New York Giant +President of the Wu, but I’m also a client +It’s the Wu, what, you knew what, you do what, what, who, what, what +I don’t give a flying fuck about a chump +Cause his heart only pumps Kool-Aid +Snatch a kid by the braids, and cut his head off +[Verse 2: Ol’ Dirty Bastard & RZA] +Rhymes is rugged like burnt buildings in Harlem +The Ol’ Dirty Bastard from the Temple of Shaolin +Dirty to the brain like drops of acid rain +Clang, clang, clang, rhymes pluckin’ at your brain +So take a sip from the cup of death +And when you’re shaking my right hand, I’ll stab you with the left +*Whirr, whirr, whirrr!* Red alert, red alert! +Ason comin’ straight from the dirt +Once I go berzerk, mad brothers got hurt +Nuthin’ new in ninety-two, it’s time to go to work +Trills, watch them scream once I hop on the scene +They fear the return of the fatal flying guillotine +Mr. Milli, that means I’m also militant +Don’t wear no suit and tie, I’m no gentleman +Gettin’ laid, takin’ heads, that’s my hobbyPunch a brother in the face who call me Robbie +I be the RZA, call me that cuz-I +Never liked the name I received from my poppa +Dirty deluxe, yo, I’m huntin’ for ducks +Snatchin’ devils up by the hair, then cut his head off +[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard and *RZA*] +Here it is *Where's it at* In the back *Gotta-* x6 +Here it is *Where's it at* in the- + +Cult Assassin[Ill Bill] +There's a fixed rate of pay per murder & the assassin +Is a expert so you know that he stay with the burner +From buying Glocks to LSD psych ops +Amen Ra Masonic Lodge +To the private blog of Adam Weishaupt +Public enemy caught in the shooter's lobby +The real life Luca Brasi, so fuck you and the Illuminazi +Spray with the milf +The cradle of filth +A.38, some cocaine and some pills, stay chill +Supergroupies wanna get raped & scraped in the grill +Duct taped & filmed, I cut to the chase & I drill +This that murderworld animal funk, a brand you can trust +Like Phil Knight, listen how it bang in the trunk +[Hook]x2 +The darkness that surround us can't hurt us +It's the darkness in the heart of our souls +That turn us into murderers +Even though we gutter +We still gotta reach for the stars +Peace to the gods +Now speak to the kronze +[Ill Bill] +They say that doomsday was written in an alien bible +In algebraic code +Signalling a day of reprisal +Now pay the toll +Homemade weapons, razors crazy glued to toothbrushes +Two suspects, no arrests, Koolaid smiles & hold grudges +Excited deathsquads, Knights of Templar +The lightest kevlar, the finest champagne, write your memoirs +They tried to extradite him for running guns +So he faked his own death & had plastic surgery in Colombia +The last of the cast iron, blast fire, anti +Accidental billionaire amongst the vampires +Protest is not disturbing the peace +There's no peace to disturb in a war +Murder galore, secret police +Plain clothes, F.B.I. earpiece +Work the crowd with sunglasses on +Beach hat, banana clip at the bar +The AK under the dinner table +We innovative +So we'll survive after everything else has disintegrated +[Hook]x2EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Darkside[Intro] +Dark side, dark side, dark side +Dark side, dark side, dark side +[Verse] +We don't like these niggas, we don't fight these niggas +We "good night" these niggas, you look like these niggas +Fu-fuck it-fuck it up, fuck 'em up +Hit him up, hunt 'em down, hurry up +Shoot him up, shut him down, shut him up +Eat her out, dick her down, cuddle up +But bitches comin' 'round with the funny love +Lick me up, lick me down, done enough +Eat her up, spit her out, bubblegum +Treat her right, treat her out, trouble come +Got some cocaine and a couple blunts +It's ashes to ashes, dust to dust +.44 plastic, the rubber bust +We don't wear masks, 'cause it must be us +I got the Holy Ghost in my Backwood +On my tippytoes and them flat-foot +Bitch pigeon-toed and her cat good +I know her pussy hole like my MacBook +She Tootsie-Roll on the black wood +Get her own page in the black book +And it's startin' to feel like I'm attached to her +If it's that good, I put a stamp to her +I'm a warlord to these fuckin' boys +Double-edged sword and a bubble, boy +I just won a war in a Hummer 'fore I'm 'bout to come to yours +Lookin' for a war, I am nothin' more than somethin' more +Than much more as the punch pour +And I slunch more with my lungs sore +I smoke you and your blunt blowers +Let's get on with it, Megatron with it +Telephone like a telethon +Bitches workin' bitches like a Peloton +Finish yellow bones dizzy, very long visits +And I'm talkin' numbers, Jerry Jones digits +I'm at home sippin', and I'm gone sippin' +Got a Draco with my arm in it +Shoot you in your heart, put some charm in it +Sorry, gotta leave your mama tormented +"Bah, bah, bah" if she commented +Cops pulled up, and they vomited +I am not finished, hope they long-winded +Money long-livin' with a strong finish +Dead presidents, wasn't born with it, I'ma die with it +I'm amor with it, didn't start livin' 'til the war ended +[Chorus] +It's wartime, wartime, wartime +Y'all lil' niggas small time +All my niggas ex-cons +And we do not fuck with y'all kind +Bitch, it's wartime, wartime, wartime +Y'all lil' niggas small time +All my niggas done time +Or they doin' time, that's just lost time +It's still wartime, wartime, wartime +Dark side, dark side, dark side +Pull up, "Brrt," skrrt +Then we joyride 'til the car die +[Outro] +Bitch, it's wartime (Wartime), wartime (Wartime) +Wartime (Wartime), no talk time (No talk time) +Chalk time (Chalk time), all-time (All-time), hard time (Hard-time) +Bitch (Bitch) +Dark side (Dark side), dark side (Dark side), dark side (Dark side) +(Dark side, dark side, dark side, bitch)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Lay My Organs Down[Verse 1: Dizzy] +You already know +Gangsta music, you know how the gangsters do it +Bangers, exlcusive +Shankers and uzis +I got Maine in the booth +Wayne in the booth +Money on my mind, that mean I'm thinking of loot +[Verse 2: Mack Maine] +Shit, ain't it the truth +Money is the top prio- +"Money Over Murder," that's the title of my bio +We cop drops like it's part of the policy +This hardbody, baby, y'all softer than wallabies +So hush puppies, let the big dogs ride +Don't jump on that field when it's kickoff time +[Verse 3: Curren$y] +And I, fresher than the Frebreeze bottle +Coming at the shit full throttle +And I power ball like lotto +Do it with my eyes closed +You niggas is all soft, soft shell tacos +[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] +And eyes go deeper than pot holes +For that money, bet I'm running like a snot nose +No Kleenex +Dark shades, V-necks +Bitch, I ain't playing no recess +We reps YM, baby, that's that shit +And it's fuck the world like a nasty bitch +[Verse 5: Dizzy] +Fuck raps, I bust caps for snaps +I fuck white, I fuck blacks, I fuck Japs +Now what's hap? +I make stacks, ASAP +I take that from the safe and I replace that +[Verse 6: Lil Wayne] +Stay strapped +I stay low, stay back +The judge handing out L's like Pat Sajak +And I'm all about my team like an apex +Make you niggas turn your seats into a Playtex +[Verse 7: Curren$y] +Yes, member of a fly society +Style, I got several varieties +As a child, this guy memorized "Scarface" in it's entirety +The 80s drug era inspired me +That's why I dress how I dress, walk how I walk +That's why I rep what I rep, talk how I talk +Two rope chains, both of them gold +With a gloat like I just came home +[Verse 8: Lil Wayne] +Flow touching the pedal in that F-5 yellow +Just moving through the city like blood in the vessel +I'm a fucking professional, so intellectual +It's Mr. Fat Stacks, my pockets got high cholesterol +I need vegetables, is weed vegetables? +I'm past commas, right now I'm seeing decimals +[Verse 9: Curren$y] +Step to you, the opposite of my environment +Out of all the dogs in the yard, I was the quietest +I had a little bark, I had a little bite +Was surrounded by niggas who snap and don't think twice +To kidnap your enemies, dress them up as Santa Claus and drop their bodies down their mamas' chimneys +Water to your kidneys +My class G like the Bendz G +[Verse 10: Mack Maine] +My truck waving and my rims speak +I got burners on my rear seat +See, I don't say too much, so if talking becomes part of the ballgame, money talk for me, yeah, my ends speak +Yeah, what you expect? I'm from the Hollygrove area +Where we see more redskins than Steve Spurrier +We know the clock ticking, so we planning hurry up offense +Hustling on the park bench, caution +[Verse 11: Lil Wayne] +The major bison of the boulevard +The barracuda, fighting off the fish and raw +Yeah, I get around like a business car +And you can see me everywhere but the prison yard +I'm on that sissy hard, and that kush tough +Weezy stay high, just look up +[Outro: Curren$y] +Shook up like a can of Coca-Cola that fell down five flights of stairs, man +Can't hide that you niggas so scared, man +Ahead of my time, I'm the already-there manEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Soft to HardIf You Got Some Work Dats Soft Then I Can Make The Shit Hard... +I got it +I got it +I got it +Let's go now baby +[Hook: x2] +If you got some work that's soft then I can make the shit hard +If you got some shit that's hard then I can make the shit hard +If you got some shit that soft then I can make the shit hard +If you got some work that's soft-if if you got some work that's soft +[Boosie:] +I Started Off With Mustard Greens Gangsta Lean Good White For A Good Price +My Whip Game Is Insane So Lil Boosie Live Dat Good Life +Uncle Showed Me How To Rock It Up +And Talk In Code Like I Need A Mike Vick Or A Baton Rouge Area Code +Whoa Them Nine Pieces Dem Tony Parkers Them Whole Thangs They Bob Barkers My Area Code Is Two Two Five That Stand For A Two And A Quarter +Listen Up I'm A Rider Here I Whip That Thang Ivy Smith And It's Jumping Back To Twenty Nine Fish Scales They Hard To Find +Soft Mixed With Dem Green Beans That's For Them Real True Dope Fiends +That Lace It Up Like No Legs I Ain't Hatin Nigga Gone Head My Ecstacy Be Triple Stack +Ain't No Question You Feelin Like Jeezy Say If It's Still In The Rap Then Partna You Can Bring When Crack Hit The U.S. It Made A Epidemic +Everybody Wanna Rock It Up Have You Ever Seen +They Eyes Boy They Eyes Buck And They Fiending With It +High Gone In Five Minutes But Bad Azz Supply Em With I Got It I Got It +[Hook: x2] +If you got some work that's soft then I can make the shit hard +If you got some work that's hard then I can make the shit hard +If you got some work that soft then I can make the shit hard +If you got some work that's soft-if if you got some work that's soft +If if you got some work that's hard then I can make the shit hard +[Big Head:] +I'm the kitchen type +I'm the whipping type +You turn to whipping white +Then grab and whip it right +Get the cake blender, and the cake bowl +Cake mix, baking soda now the cake swole +I'm the bank, don't believe me check my bank roll +Stacks baby! Perfect timing keep it white so it ain't gold +You wanna see some magic? give me the compact +Hot water hit the plastic then it jump back (abra cadabra) +I'm a turn them white pies into nigga pies +Now they hypnotized, and they got bigger eyes +And we got bigger rides, with the bigger tires +On the strip we make grip like grip flies +Matter fact my block hot like french fries +Will I stop? I think not I gotta get mine +I'm the goon doctor give it to me I can fix it +I got a large apetite I need a meal ticket +[Hook: x2] +If you got some work that's soft then I can make the shit hard +If you got some shit that's hard then I can make the shit hard +If you got some shit that soft then I can make the shit hard +If you got some work that's soft-if if you got some work that's soft +[Foxx]: +You need a whole thang just text me +That white bitch she sexin me +Let me find a pot let me see that soda +Get the fuck up out the kitchen, you don't like the odor +I'm taught well learn from a soldier +My cousin sold it my uncle smoke it +When I was 12 one day I stole it +Made a couple dollas I couldn't control it +Hustl'n hustl'n +I been cookin and whoopin it +I been duckin and dodgin 'em +It ain't right but I'm pushin it +Judge told me I'm pushin it +Fuck the judge cause I'm pusin it +My lil boy need diapers and my old lady she full of shit +I be on the hot stove where the pots go +Get the scale out, Joe watch the door +I'm Chicken Shack, I'm Popeyes, I'm KFC it's rock and roll +Rollin rock, these patrollin cops +They don't even knock, they come in with Glocks +I'm a pull a Pac, I'm a drop one +Cause a whole brick they'll hang Foxx +That white thang cost nice change +Bout 50k'll get you in the game +You got it soft, I'll make it hard +Get a whole bird for Lebron James +You might say I should be a cafeteria worker +The way I whope over that stove when I'm fulla da purple +[Hook: x2] +If you got some work that's soft then I can make the shit hard +If you got some shit that's hard then I can make the shit hard +If you got some shit that soft then I can make the shit hard +If you got some work that's soft-if if you got some work that's softEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Pieces of the Puzzle[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Ayo a knight locked up in the cage, I'm enraged +But plenty of time to think of my position +This cop is corrupt, he gotta be in the mix of shit +He set me up so this nigga be fixin' shit +So I took out his competition +So he's my competition, that makes my decision +Easy, he gotta be the lord of the drugs +And that's Bamboo's man, that's where he stands +He played both sides of the fence on some real-real shit +Counterfeit thug, tryna play legit +Seen the bars slide open as I bought off a bail +I seen Bamboo waitin' as I exit the jail +She said, "Please Ton', you gots to go +You can't stay around this part of town." Already know +I'm blowin' bail, headin' up north, free in the country +She gave me a hug and a big stack of money +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] x2 +Sometimes you gotta figure out the pieces to the puzzle +Right in front of your face, stop the hustle +Take off the muzzle, let the dogs bark +Clear your mind, bring the light to the dark +[Verse 2: AZ] +My cash missin', my lab different +Where the fuck is Bamboo? She need an ass whippin' +I was told Ton' was home, I'm way past fifth and +Guess it's time to get in my zone, this my last mission +Did what I could do with this pump and I'm like fuck it +Feelin' like Hammer on crutches, he can't touch this +Illustrious, multi movements +I drew the blueprints but now it's time for improvements +Press his peoples, left a message, nothin' peaceful +Shit police do, we could never be a equal +Execution, I get it in, retribution +Best solution, get up close when you're shootin' +Shit for realler, I'm mad raw with a killer +What's even iller, I knew the boss since Thriller +'Til we're even, I guess it's gon' be grievin' +A lot can change in 36 seasons +[Hook] x2 + +Room Keeps Spinning[Verse 1] +At night I can’t sleep, I toss and turn +Cheeba in my pipe, watch the burn +Thinking bout my girl, she’s my sweetheart +Today she’s acting like a functioning retard +She took my car, brung it back in three parts +Late night call, to come to the ER +Friday night, she out with her friends +Her and them bitches done crashed the Benz +Man, I told the bitch about an SAI +Stupid And Intoxicated, while she high +I been told her, not to drink and drive +Now the judge slammed the hammer and she might do time +[Hook] +Yo, she’s all about the party (Friday night) +Yo, she’s all about the party (Friday night) +All she wanna do is party (Gettin’ high) +All she wanna do is party (Gettin’ high) +But the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning +(Round, round, round, round, round it goes) +Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning +(Down, down, down, down, down it goes) +Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning +(Round, round, round, round, round it goes) +Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning +(Down, down, down, down, down it goes) +[Verse 2] +I took a purple rock candy, at the dub step festival +Yo, I’m signing autographs, started feeling like a vegetable +Here come the sexual, sensual, sorta intellectual +Touching on my testicle, the music up a decibel +At night, she’s a freak, by day, she’s a principal +I’m sipping on Ciroc, I’m feeling type invincible +We sitting in the trailer, her head game exceptional +Up and down on the pipe, her porn star professional +Hold up, is this real? Everything is questionable +Let’s take it down a notch, smoke this medicinal +[Hook] +Now it’s all about the party (Living life) +Now it’s all about the party (Living life) +All I wanna do is party (Gettin’ high) +All I wanna do is party (Gettin’ high) +But the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning +(Round, round, round, round, round it goes) +Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning +(Down, down, down, down, down it goes) +Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning +(Round, round, round, round, round it goes) +Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning +(Down, down, down, down, down it goes) +[Verse 3] +Got a letter from L.A., it was from my ex +Said she had my baby, ain’t seen her yet +Five years done passed, I’m a daddy +I remember that ass, whoo, she had a fatty +A video vixen, act kinda grown +She said she can raise it, all on her own +She said see me money and leave me alone +Stress is a killer, then she hung up the phone +Fucking bitch… +[Hook] +Now the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning +(Round, round, round, round, round it goes) +Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning +(Down, down, down, down, down it goes) +Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning +(Round, round, round, round, round it goes) +Yo, the room keep spinning, the room keep spinning +(Down, down, down, down, down it goes) +(Round, round, round, round, round it goes) +(Down, down, down, down, down it goes) +(Round, round, round, round, round it goes) +(Down, down, down, down, down it goes)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Pressure[Intro] +Oouu +Superstar she got me feelin' so messed up +I be workin' on a lot of stuff +Pressure +These lil' bitches love 'em so extra +[Chorus: Lil Durk & Young Thug] +Pressure +I wanna be with you but they will not let us +My pride in the way and I can not help it +My name on that pussy baby I'm selfish +Confessions +I will not lie to you baby I swear +Accept me for your past baby I swear +You was right there when no one was there +Yeah (5x) ooh ooh (Yah) +Yeah (5x) ooh ooh (Yah) +Yeah (5x) ooh ooh (Yah) +Yeah (5x) uh-huh +Durkio world +[Verse 1: Lil Durk & Young Thug] +Baby momma want me to be with her (be with her) +Kept me with bitches I'm teachin (teachin') +I'm finally famous so bitches be plottin' on me (ay) +My heart been broke before I don't want no apologies (you ain't gotta tell me sorry) +You left me in the dark when you left you took a part of me +[Bridge: Lil Durk & Young Thug] +Fame in the way I couldn't see (oo ooh) +I ain't really where I wanna be (oo ooh) +Ohh (oo ooh) +When you left me in the dark you took a part of me +[Chorus: Lil Durk & Young Thug] +Pressure +I wanna be with you but they will not let us +My pride in the way and I can not help it +My name on that pussy baby I'm selfish +Confessions +I will not lie to baby I swear +Accept me for your past baby I swear +You was right there when no one was there +Yeah (5x) ooh ooh (Yah) +Yeah (5x) ooh ooh (Yah) +Yeah (5x) ooh ooh (Yah) +Yeah (5x) uh-huh +Sleep in the dark +[Verse 2: Lil Durk & Young Thug] +These bitches be blastin' up all of my texts (all of my texts) +Lyin', they sayin' they all was my ex (all was my ex) +The stories ain't real and you gotta speak facts (facts) +I know they be frauds so baby don't sweat it +Nigga you trippin' and you lookin' pathetic (pathetic) +Gave you my heart so baby protect it (baby protect it) +Same broad vacation (same broad vacation) +Ain’t proud to beg temptation (ain’t proud to beg temptation) +So let me take the lead (take the lead) +I know you is proud of me (proud of me) +[Bridge: Lil Durk & Young Thug] +Fame in the way I couldn't see (oo ooh) +I ain't really where I wanna be (oo ooh) +Ohh (oo ooh) +When you left me in the dark you took a part of me +(Hey!) +[Chorus: Lil Durk & Young Thug] +Pressure +I wanna be with you but they will not let us +My pride in that way and I can not help it +My name on the pussy baby I'm selfish +Confessions +I will not lie to baby I swear +Accept me for your past baby I swear +You was right there when no one was there +Yeah (5x) ooh ooh (Yah) +Yeah (5x) ooh ooh (Yah) +Yeah (5x) ooh ooh (Yah) +Yeah (5x) uh-huh7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Affirmative Action[Produced by Dave Atkinson & Trackmasters] +[Intro: AZ] +This is what, this what they want, huh? +This is what it's all about? +Word, time to take Affirmative Action, son +They just don't understand, you kna'mean? +Niggas comin' sideways, thinkin' stuff is sweet, man +Niggas don't understand the four devils +Lust, envy, hate, jealousy—wicked niggas, man +[Verse 1: AZ] +Yo, sit back, relax, catch your contact +Sip your con-gi-ac +And let's all wash this money through this laundromat +Sneak attack, the new cats in rap worth top dollar +In fact, touch mines and I'll react like a Rottweiler +Who could relate? We play for high stakes at gunpoint +Catch 'em and break +Undress 'em, tie 'em with tape, no escape +The Corleone, fettuccine Capone +Roam in your own zone +Or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome +We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown +Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get thrown +Aristocrats, politickin' daily with diplomats +See me, I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black +[Verse 2: Cormega] +Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche +My destiny's to be the new boss +That nigga Paulie gotta die, he too soft +That nigga's dead on, a ki of heroin +They found his head on the couch with his dick in his mouth +I put the hit out +Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me +In Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies +Yo, my people from Medina, they will see ya when you re-up +Bring your heater, all your cream go between us +Real shit, my Desert Eagle got an ill grip +I chill with niggas that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks +My red beam made a dread scream and sprayed a Fed team +Corleone be turnin' niggas to fiends +Yukons and ninja black Lexus +'Mega the pretty boy with mafia connections +It's The Firm, nigga, set it! +[Verse 3: Nas] +Yo, my mind is seein' through your design like Blind Fury +I shine jewelry, sippin' on crushed grapes, we lust papes +And push cakes inside the casket at Just wake +It's sickenin', he just finished biddin' upstate +And now the projects is talkin' that somebody-gotta-die shit +It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique +My man Smoke know how to expand coke in Mr. Coffee +Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me +Life's a bitch, but God forbid the bitch divorce me +I'll be flooded with ice, so Hell fire can't scorch me +Cuban cigars, meetin' Foxy at Demars, movin' cars +Your top papi Señor Escobar +[Verse 4: Foxy Brown] +In the black Camaro, Firm deep +All my niggas hail the blackest sparrow +Wallabee's be the apparel +Through the darkest tunnel +I got visions of multi millions in the biggest bundle +In the Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle +E Money bags got Moët Chandon +Bundle of sixty-two +They ain't got a clue what we about to do +My whole team, we shittin' hard like Czar +Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar +I keep a fat marquess piece, laced in all the illest snake skin +Armani sweaters, Carolina Herrera +Be The Firm, baby, from BK to the Bridge, my nigga Wiz +Operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is? +I keep a phat jew-el, sippin' Cristy +Sittin' on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uh +We stay incogni' like all them thug niggas in Marcy +The gods, they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi +Bet it on my whole crew is Don Juan +On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal +And Baba Shallah spoke +Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke +Raw though, an ounce mixed with leak, that's pure though +Flippin' the bigger picture +The bigger nigga with the cheddar was mad dripper +He had a fuckin' villa in Manilla +We got to flee to Panama, but wait, it's half-and-half +Ki's is one and two-fifth, so how we flip? +32 grams raw, chop it in half, get 16 +Double it, times three, we got 48, which mean a whole lot of cream +Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight, we back to 16 +Now add the other two that 'Mega bringin' through +So let's see, if we flip this other ki +Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak +Plus a five hundred cut in half is two-fifty +Now triple that times three +We got three quarters of another ki +[Outro: Foxy Brown] +The Firm, baby, Vol. 1EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Get Right[Hook: Inspectah Deck] +Get money, get fly, get busy, get live +Get over, get by, get women, get high +Get right! +[Inspectah Deck] +Think you can stop us, really? Ya'll niggas got to feel me +Peel out Suzuki's, make those Kawasaki's pop a wheelie +Cuz only I could hold me, V.S.O.P. control me +Better watch those rollies, yo, we crash spots, warn the police +You think you know me, cool as Coolie High, co-chief +Roamin' the streets, black like no justice and no peace +Keepin' the pace, not gon' lose my place, in this paper chase +Smell this pie we bake, make your plate, take a taste +Make no mistakes, though, some toes gettin' stepped on +My name is tephlon, hook 'em like it's methadone +Whenever the record's on, set the bomb, test my arm +I'm never alarmed, the best are harmed when the pressure's on +Back on the block, pull up on the spot, drunk's pop +Once a drop, echoin' through ghettoes like gun shots +Pull out that twenty spot, what we got's above hot +Killa Beez, we run shop, runnin' from the top, it goes +[Hook] +[Inspectah Deck] +Listen, baby, work your dance, to this verse I chant +Victim of my circumstance, get at me, first chance +Bet it's a short deal, good, how ya'll feel +Ditech, it's all wheel, gonna make 'em all kneel +Givin' the play, million shipped today, who got shit to say? +Poured it in Broadway, check me out in the big display +That's overlookin', Bronx, Queens, Brooklyn +Staten, Manhattan, wherever there's a hood in +I dig my foot in, men of honor like I'm Cuba Gooding +You was bookin' when they jumped off, but who was lookin' +Via satellite, I broadcast the fast light +That's right, pass the mic, load me up, I'll crash it tight +When in the zone, I lose it, I'll put them blown in fuses +There's no explainin', no escapin' and no excuses +Move if you true, the kid is due, let my niggas through +Gettin' physical and the streets continue to +[Hook] +[Bridge: Inspectah Deck] +Yeah, yeah +Ya'll, and that's right ya'll +And we goin' no where, it's all night ya'll +I love my ladies with jeans that fit tight ya'll +For all my fellas on bikes with chrome pipes, ya'll +Ya'll from the north, west, south to the east side +We really don't mind, we rep each side +Haters get mad, they left outside +You feel what I feel, then come inside +[Inspectah Deck] +The eyes like David Caress, so check my following +Move with The Movement, that's your only option +My coalition, all in position on this mission +No quittin', slowly inchin' closer to this vision +Won't you listen, couldn't inflict your system with conviction +Stop your bitchin', hard times is all you're gettin' +See the fire in my eyes, desire in my vibes +Liar in disguise, never measure eye and eye +On any of us, what, bounce, before you get touched +The town's not big enough, give it up, get it shut +Down like Studio 54, you know that this be raw, you know that this be war +I'm ahead of the game, why lose, it's better to gain, no darts +Are ever the same, Deck's my name, I never changed +On the road to riches, out to foe the snitches +I roll wit chicks who pose for pictures, they rich and hold the figures +[Hook] + +They ScaredIntro +We got these pussy niggas scared +Verse 1 +I'll put you in a casket, crawled on by the maggots +Fuck around with Boosie Bad Azz and the clique, shit will get nasty +Put you in a pamper, turn you small like a hamster +Call rigo real marlo mont +Lil nigga won't you g'on come stand fa ya +I'm a all around hustla +I don't know why niggas hate me +But ya whole family gon die real talk mane whoever try to take me +See I brought it in the club cause I know my situation +I know how these pussy niggas hatin +But I put it on you +And him +Chorus +Oo it's choppa season +Oo oo they don't want it, they don't want it +I'll take ya homie x2 +Leave ya whole clique lonely x2 +And you don't understand we got these pussy niggas scared +They scared +They scared +I can leave you in the driveway +I catch you slippin on the highway +You can run Monday, run Tuesday, run Wednesday +We gon catch you buy Friday +Boy +After I hurt ya people, I might go to Costal Rica +Come back to the club like "What thug nigga?" +I be thuggin like its legal +Boy +Bring that drama to the South +You gon get thugged out +Ass to bucked up and fucked up +Bitch I'mma knock ya brains out +Closed casket +See I brought it in the club cause I know my situation +I know how these pussy niggas hatin +But I put it on you +And him +Chorus +Oo its choppa season +It ain't a game +Gotta be a beast in these streets where we hang +Most niggas want ya fame +Some niggas want ya chain +Niggas hate to see a nigga shinnin, damn shame +Shoot em up +Bang bang +That's the code that we live by +Money got me real fly +Kush got me real high +Closet full of guns mane a nigga gotta feel my +Muthafuckin pain ask T.I it ain't a game +Rollin with my soldiers, rollin on roller +Nigga look wrong he can get fucked over +Playin hard that ain't nothing to me, so don't come fuckin with me +2 23's and 40 Glocks, will make ya fuckin heart stop +Chorus +Oo it's choppa season +Oo oo they don't want it +I'll take ya homie +Leave ya whole clique lonely +See I brought it in the club cause I know my situation +I know how these pussy niggas hatin +But I put it on you +And him +Oo it's choppa season +Outro +C.O.D nigga +Choppas on deck! +I don't talk about it nigga +I lay down laws +Boosie Bad Azz +Mixtape after mixtape +This tape I'm just rip everybody like a muthafuckin beast like I used to nigga +And you don't understand we got these pussy niggas scared +They scared +They scared +Big Wayne it's choppa season!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Clockwork Burgundy[Intro] +Get your hands up, fast! This is a stick-up! Reach! +Indeed, I shall reach! +[Verse 1: Goretex] +Rock Cliff Burton Vest precision murder like Phil Hartman +Human delis on farragut complete with all the garnishes +Left lane Belt Parkway hold the wheel yo don’t let it spill +Wave a work on the rail scale then we movin’ to the Seville +Mortuary gloves baggin’ dope in the vestibule +Came a long way now we mix orange acid and edibles +Rap Mickey Knox I’m the rabbi with the killer locks +Packages of white we got our training on stove tops +Likes to get her hair pulled the 80’s coke we called it Air Wolf +Locked my brain in the synagogue, no candles +We the Tel Aviv got me Vito Genovese +Walking like Lee Van Cleef on killer keef +I’m like Porky from dope fiends sell junk like Sanford +Ain’t talkin’ ‘bout garbage with them packets of Pampers +Serve fiends like Pete Sampras +Headbands filled with coke max KD shaes no safety +Uzi under the coat +[Verse 2: ILL Bill] +That Clockwork Burgundy, my Glock work perfectly +That cop shot nervously and got popped purposely +Blood bath in Living Color like Vernon Reid +Sherming the weed burner with beam murder sprees +Can't quit like Vincent D'Onofrio, we mafia fuck outta here make a fucking schmuck outta ya +Billy from 5714 Farragut, arrogant plus talented +Became a cult leader like Manson did +El Magico add cats in the pastrami hole (?) +Mass hooked up the root (?) +It feels like Howie’s home +Like ’83 in Canarsie +Camaro’s on every block rest in peace to Artie +I’m that innovation syntax in the matrix +Witchcraft in the basements skin grafted by Satan +Forever meant to destroy mics +My destiny on board stripes rest in peace Sean PriceEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Blue Benz[Intro] +As we go through life, one of the big questions about +Things we purchase is— is, what the value of it is +Is it really worth it? +[Verse 1] +I used to be at The Tunnel twenty deep in a huddle +Razors on us that'll make skin bubble, Moet, we guzzle +Chris Lighty let me in a few times with nines +That's on God, wish you woulda walked by +And bumped me hard or just looked at me wrong +My chain on, try to book me, you gone +Goons, Italian leathers, couple bottles of Dom +Took risks, this ain't what you want, there's rules to this +Don't get it misconstrued, my suit gamе is crisp +Silk, linen, chiffon, Dior to Diadora +But I rock custom more, that hustler aura, tap in +Razor cutter, nineties, eighties lover, raised in gutters +Raised above it, they made it up out the hood subject, I made you love it +Crazy, I knew this chick, she had a blue Benz +A Jersey penthouse, she used to pimp girls that would turn rich men out +Her coke habits was so savage +She hear voices and see ghosts on the average +Of her stepdad, he raised her from a carriage +She was twelve when he passed, she's been in hell since that +Her grandma raised her, I met her in Kingston, Jamaica +Where veteran kingpins bought acres, rest in peace Louie Rankin +Original Don Dada +[Interlude] +Come here, come rude bwoy +Uno waan ramp with bomboclaat me +Come, come on! +I murder people fi fun +Murder uno bomboclaat fi fun +[Verse 2] +Peace signs in the air for son +Put his name on the street sign there where he from +Whenever we hear his bangers, flare up a blunt +And praise God, and pray we all prepared when He come for us +Just opened my new office, West Coast branch +Place my teacup on the saucer, it's Esco, man +Bossed up, nothing feels better than doing deals with my brothers +It's surreal, how I feel, y'all should love us +Life is a test so congratulations to your success +For having patience, you deserve the best +You know how they do niggas, the IRS +People I ain't even met take it out my check +They the biggest gangster, I respect the jooks +We buyin' big boy mansions, they respect the crooks +This for my project niggas and blue Benzes +Mercedes emblems with they bitch with 'emEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Hey Mama (Original Demo)[Chorus] +(Hey Mama) +I wanna scream so loud for you, 'cause I'm so proud of you +Let me tell you what I'm about to do +(Hey Mama) +I know I act a fool but, I promise you I'm goin' back to school +I appreciate what you allowed for me +I just want you to be proud of me +(Hey Mama) +[Verse 1] +I wanna tell the whole world about a friend of mine +This little light of mine and I'm finna let it shine +I'm finna take y'all back to them better times +I'm finna talk about my mama if y'all don't mind +I was three years old when you and I moved to the Chi +Late December, harsh winter gave me a cold +You fixed me up something that was good for my soul +Famous homemade chicken soup, can I have another bowl? +You work late nights just to keep on the lights +Mommy got me training wheels so I could keep on my bike +And you would give anything in this world +Michael Jackson leather and a glove, but didn't give me a curl +And you never put no man over me +And I love you for that, mommy, can't you see? +Seven years old, caught you with tears in your eyes +'Cause a nigga cheatin', telling you lies, then I started to cry +As we knelt on the kitchen floor +I said mommy I'ma love you 'til you don't hurt no more +And when I'm older, you ain't gotta work no more +And I'ma get you that mansion that we couldn't afford +See you're unbreakable, unmistakable +Highly capable, lady that's makin' loot +A livin' legend too, just look at what heaven do +Send us an angel, and I thank you (Hey Mama) +[Chorus] +(Hey Mama) +I wanna scream so loud for you, 'cause I'm so proud of you +Let me tell you what I'm about to do +(Hey Mama) +I know I act a fool but, I promise you I'm goin' back to school +I appreciate what you allowed for me +I just want you to be proud of me +(Hey Mama) +[Verse 2] +Forrest Gump mama said, "Life is like a box of chocolates" +My mama told me go to school, get your doctorate +Somethin to fall back on, you could profit with +But still supported me when I did the opposite +Now I feel like it's things I gotta get +Things I gotta do, just to prove to you +You was getting through, can the choir, please +Give me a verse of "You Are So Beautiful To Me" +Can't you see, you're like a book of poetry +Maya Angelou, Nikki Giovanni, turn one page and there's my mommy +Come on mommy just dance wit' me, let the whole world see your dancing feet +Now when I say Hey, y'all say, Mama, now everybody answer me (Hey Mama) +[Chorus] +(Hey Mama) +I wanna scream so loud for you, 'cause I'm so proud of you +Let me tell you what I'm about to do +(Hey Mama) +I know I act a fool but, I promise you I'm goin' back to school +I appreciate what you allowed for me +I just want you to be proud of me +(Hey Mama) +[Bridge] +I guess it also depends though if my ends low +Second, they get up you gon get that Benzo +Tint the windows, ride around the city and let ya friends know (Hey Mama) +[Verse 3] +Tell your job you gotta fake em out +Since you brought me in this world, let me take you out +To a restaurant, upper echelon +I'ma get you a Jag, whatever else you want +Just tell me what kind of S-Type Donda West like? +Tell me the perfect color so I make it just right +It don't gotta be Mother's Day, or your birthday +For me to just call and say: (Hey Mama) +[Chorus] +I wanna scream so loud for you, 'cause I'm so proud of you +Let me tell you what I'm about to do +(Hey Mama) +You know I love you so +I never let you go +Wrote this song just so you know +No matter where you go our love is true +Mama mama mama mama mama... +Mama mama mama mama mama... + +Quiet[Hook: The Game] +When the sun goes down and them guns come out +Them niggas that was talkin' they won't run they mouth +When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin' +(It's so quiet you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton) +[Verse 1: Lil' Kim] +Do you see what I see, can you hear what I hear? +All these studio gangsters, year after year +With these gimicks I can't take it, they ain't real so they fakin' it +How did they make it in this game for so long? +I know what's right from what's wrong, I know what's soft from what's hard +I know a federal case from a publicity charge +Man I fought tooth and nail to keep them punks out of jail +But hoes wanna go to court 'til I pay them for their nails +Who you tryin' to be? Man, it couldn't be me +My man spent guap and bought me my Continental T +You spent your advance on your Continental T +I know you sick when you clean your rims you still see a Bee +And we see you a liar, tryna deny her +Jackie O. proved you far from a fighter +Comin' at me bitch, you playin' with fire +I ain't gon' come back at you, I'm comin' at your ghostwriters +[Hook: The Game] +When the sun goes down and them guns come out +Them niggas that was talkin' they won't run they mouth +When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin' +(It's so quiet you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton) +[Verse 2: Lil' Kim] +I hear 'em talkin' like they gangster material +But I don't see it man their gangster's invisible +The hot iron's what them gangsters put into you +'Til you laid up and your gangster's on critical +Shots get into you bleedin' like my men-e-straul +And if I don't like you then I won't pretend to +It's the ones that befriend you that turn up against you +In the court of law and drop a dime like Sprint do +Supposed to be tough, huh? 'Til them boys touch ya +Chump muh'fuckers start confessin like Usher +I cut you off 'cause I knew I couldn't trust ya +Lame ass busters, backwards-ass hustlers +You fake phony, you always was lil' homey +Big lil' son baby' boy like Jody +I put you under my wing, bought you your first Roley +Nigga I helped raised you, why would I play you? +[Hook: The Game] +When the sun goes down and them guns come out +Them niggas that was talkin' they won't run they mouth +When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin' +(It's so quiet you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton) +[Verse 3: Lil' Kim] +You see it always be them ones talkin' this and that +How they knife game ill and they gun go clap +Them niggas rats, they run and they trap +'Til they run in a trap, and there's no comin' back +It be the same ones talkin' 'bout the guns they sparkin' +The dogs never bite but do a whole lotta barkin' +A whole lotta growlin' 'til the wolves start howlin' +They pitbull shit, man them niggas straight cowards +Got 'em scared to death, pissin' in they trousers +Always was a bitch that's why I sent his ass flowers +Thanks to the queen he can share 'em with his team +You can run top speed but you can't dodge the +Got a clean 16 and my spit game mean +Don't be fooled and deceived, everythin' ain't what it seems +You act like you don't know what side of town this realer +Niggas softer than chinchillas but on wax they killers +[Hook: The Game] +When the sun goes down and them guns come out +Them niggas that was talkin' they won't run they mouth +When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin' +(It's so quiet you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton) + +All N My Grill (Remix)[Intro: Missy Elliott] +Uh, hit me +[Verse 1: Missy Elliott] +Don't explain, you never change +Same old thang, same old game +Say you want to be with me +Show me my ring, baby, let me think +I been in the cold +The story untold about to unfold +How do you expect me +To ever believe you want be with me +[Hook: Missy Elliott & Nicole Wray] +Why you all in my grill? +(Why you all in?) +Can you pay my bills? +(Can you pay my bills?) +Let me know if you will +(Let me know, me know) +Cuz a chick gotta live +(A chick like me, I got to live) +[Verse 2: Missy Elliott] +Talk is talk and talk is cheap +Tell it to her, don't say it to me +Cuz I know I'm in control +See Trix are for kids and boo, I'm too old +Go 'head with your games +Don't ever come back to me again +Where you go, remember me +I'm the best thing in history +[Hook: Missy Elliott & Nicole Wray] +Why you all in my grill? +(Why? Why? Why?) +Can you pay my bills? +(Can you pay my bills?) +Let me know if you will +(Let me know, boy, boy) +Cuz a chick gotta live +(A chick got to live, ooh yeah) +[Bridge: Missy Elliott & Nicole Wray] +Third time (Third time) +I moved you in, took you back in my life (I was a fool) +I don't know what's wrong with me +Third time (Third time) +I moved you in, took you back in my life (Ooh, yeah, yeah) +[Verse 3: MC Solaar] +Zigzag zigzag, oui, j'ai du zigzaguer +De comète en planète face à l'OPEP aux aguets +Shoot dans des canettes, quand y'a plus d'bisous +Plus d'baisers, plus d'bises, juste un biz-biz de bijoux +Tu veux du cling-cling clinquant, Louis Vuitton? Pas qu'ça! +Top du top, rien qu'ça, plus Merco Classe A +Je braquerai les banques, toutes, puis fait banqueroute +Boufferai des casse-croûtes juste pour paver d'or ta route +J'jouerai à cache-cache pour trouver l'cash +Userai de la kalash, de la tchatche, j'vendrai même du hash +Taulard puis jet-set, clean, honnête et net +T'offrira des tas d'poupées pleines de p'tites pépètes +J'aurai les poches vides (vides), porterai l'même jean (jean) +Lèverai mon verre à la tienne, tu diras tchin-tchin +T'auras tout ce que sur terre le soleil fait briller +Joueras au Monopoly, uh, avec des vrais billets +[Bridge: Missy Elliott] +If you want me, where's my dough +Give me money, buy me clothes +No need for talking, have my dough +Where's my money, where's my clothes? +[Chorus: Missy Elliott (Nicole Wray)] +Why you all in my grill? (All in my grill) +Can you pay my bills? (Can you pay my bills, yeah) +Let me know if you will (Let me know if you will) +'Cause a chick gotta live (Oh, yeah) +Why you all in my grill? +Can you pay my bills? (Ooh, pay my bills) +Let me know if you will (Let me know, let me know baby, baby) +'Cause a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live) + +Black Republican[Produced by L.E.S & Wyldfyer] +[Intro: Jay-Z (Nas) & Both] +I know you can feel the magic, baby +Turn the motherfuckin' lights down +Esco, whattup? (Whattup, homie?) +I mean, it's what you expected, ain't it? (Hahaha) +Let's go... uhh, uh, uhh, uh, uhh, uh +Turn the music up in the headphones +Uh, yeah, that's perfect (yeah, right, right) +Uhh, uh, you gotta take ya time, make a nigga wait on this muh'fucka (hahaha!) +Make niggas mad and shit like +Niggas usually just start rappin' after four bars, nigga, go in! +Just start dancin' in this muh'fucka +Yeah, (yeah) we just come outta nowhere +[Chorus: Jay-Z (Nas)] +I feel like a Black Republican, money I got comin' in +Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them +Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him (nah) +Probably end up back in the hood, like, "Fuck it then" +[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Nas)] +Huddlin' over the oven, we was like brothers then (what?) +Though you was nothin' other than a son of my mother's friend +We had covenant, who would've thought the love would end? +Like Ice Cold's album (uhh), all good things +Never thought we sing the same song that all hoods sang +Thought it was all wood-grain, all good brain +We wouldn't bicker like the other fools, talk good game +Never imagine all the disaster that one good reign, could bring +Should blame, the game, and I could +It's kill or be killed, how could I refrain? +And forever be in debt, and that's never a good thing +So the pressure for success can put a good strain +On a friend you call best, and yes it could bring +Out the worst in every person, even the good and sane +Although we rehearsed it, it just ain't the same +When you put in the game at age sixteen +Then you mix things: like cars, jewelry, and Miss Thing +Jealousy, ego, and pride, and this brings +It all to a head like a coin, cha-ching +The root of evil strikes again, this could sting +Now the team got beef between the Post and the Point +This puts the ring in jeopardy – indefinitely +[Chorus: Jay-Z & Nas] +I feel like a black republican, money I got comin' in +Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them (uhh, uhh) +Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him (nah) +Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, "Fuck it then" +I feel like a black militant takin' over the government +Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love for them (nah) +Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him +Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, "Fuck it then" +[Verse 2: Nas (Jay-Z)] +I'm back in the hood, they like, "Hey Nas" (uh) +Blowin' on purp, reflectin' on they lives (uh) +Couple of fat cats, couple of A.I.'s +Dreamin' of fly shit instead of them gray skies +Gray 5s, hatah's wishin' our reign dies +Pitch, sling pies, and niggas they sing, "Why"? (uhh) +Guess they ain't strong enough to handle their jail time +Weak minds keep tryin', follow the street signs +I'm standing on the roof of my building +I'm feelin' the whirlwind of beef, I inhale it +Just like an acrobat ready to hurl myself, through the hoops of fire +Sippin' 80 proof, bulletproof under my attire +Could it be the forces of darkness +Against hood angels of good, that form street politics? +Makes a sweet honest kid, turn illegal for commerce (uhh) +To get his feet out of them Converse – that's my word +[Chorus: Jay-Z & Nas] +I feel like a black republican, money keep comin' in +Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them (uhh, uhh) +Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him (nah) +Probably end up back in the hood, ah, "Fuck it then" +I feel like a black militant takin' over the government +Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love for them +Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him +Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, "Fuck it then"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +ABC[Ghostface Killah] +Chunky, ???, Brolic, Please be careful with my chains +Stop palyin games, It costs too much +The jewelry man said it might attract feds +The few men that wanted shit was found dead +See it's not a game, The power I possess is real +Wait up, Money caked up, Tape ducts and kill +Rock my gold bow, Polo robes, Scrooge McDuck shit +Uncle Ghost will download gold, Whether sixth floor Brooklyn house +Slid through quietly then took the house +Spazed out on the faggot then they moved me out +Hurry check the box office my new movie's out +I'm not feelin broke niggas that be frontin for nothin +Stuntin, Wanna rock Playboy I keep it comin +Word to Granny I'm quick to buck fifty somethin +I'll be right up on that ass like you sixty somethin +Come on +[Ghostface Killah] +Big head ants, Lamps that glow +Goldfish with gold chains hangin from they necks, They swim slow +Watch me poke Vics, Sit slick, Throw Vicks on it +Ship shit, Kick Arabic, Bag bricks, Karate kicks, Fly Wu bitch +Don't hesitate to clap a sugar woogy, Just do it +Hop in the Buick and bounce, Harry's lounge + +Got Em[Intro] +Chef prepared dinner eating ass nigga +World renowned clit and feet and ass kisser +You best beware of me you cheating ass nigga +Cause when she leave your ass I send a limo, not a cab nigga +It's Carter Luther King she free at last nigga +I’m who she with when you can't reach her ass nigga +I tell her it's gon be okay then squeeze her hand +Then I make her feel younger than Peter Pan nigga +[Verse 1] +I done went blind on they ass +Come your fine ass here I get behind all that ass +Leave his ass behind girl, shine on his ass +How you spending time with me but serving time with his ass? +Deuces on his ass +Dining somewhere probably eating sushi on his ass +We probably somewhere quiet watching movies bout romance +I got you on an island with a booty full of sand, and you come back with that new booty and new boobies on his ass +And now, all of a sudden he wanna play husband, he wanna lay up and he wanna make up and he wanna straighten up and +It been too late for it +I renovate for him, now she say fuck him +Cause he ain’t bout shit, Let him know I got this +Girl tell him get off your dick +[Hook] +Tell him I say +Got em, got em, got em (she's gone) +Got em, got em, got em (she's gone) +I got em, I got em, I got this, I got em, I got her, I got em, I got em +[Verse 2] +Lord I done went blind on they ass +Her fingers in my hair, and you know mine in her pants +She sit me in the chair and then she tie up my hands +She get on her hands standing, put her legs on my shoulders +69 on that ass, 7 days a week I put this fire on her ass +So when he wanna fuck she be too tired for his ass +She used to think the stuff that she can buy for his ass +Now all she think about is stuff that I can try with that ass +And now all of a sudden he wanna play husband +He wanna lay cuddlin, He wanna make up and +He wanna straighten up and, it been too late for it +I renovate for him, Then she say fuck him +Now it's time (now it's time girl) +For you to go and dye your hair blonde (alright, alright) +We're one of a kind (twins), oh Lord (double trouble), Yeah +Now she's mine, I'm sure she’ll let him know in her spare time +And fuck his response (fuck him), Oh Lord +Cos he ain’t bout shit, let him know I got this +Girl tell him get off your dick (bye) +[Hook] +Tell him I said +Got em, got em, got em, got em, got em, got em +I got em, I got em, I got this, I got em, I got em, I got em, I got em +[Verse 3] +Lord I done went blind on their ass +Girl come your fine ass here I get behind all that ass +And grind on that ass +You tired of his ass and you tired of his lies +Time to spread your wings, open wide butterfly +Time to do your thing, rub your eyes butterfly +He was nothing but a fling, just some fries on the side +I know nothing's what it seems, and you tried many times +Got the man of your dreams, then surprise "rise and shine" (Lord) +So now it’s time (time, girl) +It's time for you to go off and do your thing, your own thing +And you should change your line +And before you leave give him back that small ring +It don't bling +[Bridge] +Now all of a sudden he wanna play husband +He wanna lay cuddlin +He wanna make up and +He wanna straighten up and +It been too late for it +I renovate for him +And then we say fuck him +Cause he ain't bout shit (Cause he ain’t bout shit) +Let him know I got this +Now when he call, her phone say "Side Bitch" +Tell him I say Got em +Tell him I say Got em, I got em, I got em, I got you, I got you +I got you, girl I got you +She's gone +[Outro] +And you ain't gotta worry cause I got you (she's gone) +And you ain't gotta worry cause I got you (she's gone) +Fuck him, I got you, you got me, Got em1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +7AM[Skit: Lil Uzi Vert & Brittany Byrd] +Now, I don't think this is the drugs talking, but I really think this shit gon' work +What you think? +Um, I don't know, it might +Man, I'm tired as fuck +But anyways, um, did you see that video on Instagram? +Man, what video? +It had me dying, but yeah +Don't think I didn't see your Chanel shoes +Man, what is you talkin' about? +Hey, hey I think it'll work +Did you fall asleep? Uzi +Of course it's gon' work +And what a lovely morning +Uzi, wake your ass up +[Intro] +Ayy, I told that bitch I count my cake +Bitch, get out my face +.45 on my waist +Boy, get out my way +(DP on the beat) +Goyard on my waist (Waist) +Boy, you ain't got taste +Now I'm gettin' cake (Cake) +Now your bitch gon' let me +[Chorus] +Like, oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want +Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts +Like seven AM, I was fucking your love +Eleven AM, you took that bitch right to brunch +Like, oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want +Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts +Like seven AM, I was fucking your love (Lil Uzi) +Eleven AM, you took that bitch right to brunch (Yeah) +[Verse 1] +Like oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want (Yeah) +Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts +Like seven AM, I was fucking your love +Eleven AM, you took that bitch right to brunch +Like I lost a lot of friends, but who give a fuck? +I got the money, now that's all that I want (All that I want) +She ate me for lunch (Yeah), feel like 2Pac, I'm a thug (Oh yeah) +Know some Crips and Bloods +Xannies, brought them drugs (Oh yeah) +Got a lot of people banking on me (Yeah) +Tell me why these niggas always hating on me (Oh yeah) +Coming home, they be waiting on me +Like, jump off my dick, all that faking homie (Yeah) +[Chorus] +Like, oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want +Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts +Like seven AM, I was fucking your love +Eleven AM, you took that bitch right to brunch (Oh yeah) +Like, oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want (Oh yeah) +Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts (Oh yeah) +Like seven AM, I was fucking your love (Oh yeah) +Eleven AM, you took that bitch right to brunch (Woo, Lil Uzi) +[Verse 2] +Like, fuck nigga, like, can you leave me 'lone? (Yeah) +Made a million by myself, yeah, that be my song (Yeah) +Like, yeah, I rock designer when I'm in my zone (Yeah) +Yeah, I fucked your mama, I'm on my VLONE (Ayy) +Said I'm higher than a drone (Drone), boy, you is my clone (Skrt) +Your mama a crackhead, I sold that bitch some stones (Damn) +Now these bitches want me, I feel like I'm Mike Jones (Jones) +281 330 8004 (Lil Uzi, who?) +Catch me lean spilling while I'm lane switching +Drop the top, cocaine ceiling (Uh) +Backwood, propane pilling +Say my name in it, now your chain missing (Who, Lil Uzi) +Had a lot of friends and a lot of homies +Now I'm higher, now they all salty +Tell them niggas get the fuck up off me +Now I'm higher, now they all salty +[Chorus] +Like, oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want +Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts +Like seven AM, I was fucking your love +Eleven AM, you took that bitch right to brunch +Like, oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want +Oh goddamn, diamonds all on my fronts +Like seven AM, I was fucking your love +Eleven AM, you took that bitch right to brunch, ayy59EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Devastation[Hook: Gudda Gudda] +I’m a east side nigga but my homies from uptown +I’m a east side nigga but my homies from uptown +I’m a east side nigga +[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda] +I got the 2-2-3 cocked, I point it at yo melon +Loose lips sink ships so ain’t no motherfucking telling +I’m a east side nigga but my homies from uptown +Gas up the minivan, put the pumps in the trunk +Now I be sippin on something, they got me tilt to the side +All black ski mask, red chinese eyes +Now I’ve been hungry for years, I’mma take yo plate +I’ma eat yo steak dead in yo face +I woke up on a mission, I got 2 women I ride with +One named Nina and that yapper my side bitch +We size niggas up so wisely choose who you side with +Got something on my side that pack a kick – that’s my sidekick +I’m about that paper, roll the dice and get paid +And they can’t bite the hand I’m feeding with, I’m holding grenades +So I’mma talk my shit, I’mma live my life +I’mma nail yo girl, shit I did that twice +Gudda! +[Hook: Gudda Gudda] +I’m a east side nigga +I’m a east side nigga but my homies from uptown +I’m a east side nigga but my homies from uptown +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Money don’t make itself +These niggas gon make me kill em +I should probably see a shrink but I’m afraid he’ll make me little +I’ve been a beast since I could remember +I got too many hoes, that’s my dilemma +Chop yo fuckin head off and put it on the front of my car like the emblem +Get em, I got Mike Banger on the beat, I got this banger on display +I just test-drove a new Lamborghini and got a A +Got a billion bitches, I’m lookin for the one that got away +And since all these niggas watching, ask them for the time of day +Fuck yall niggas I’m skating +Got yo ho at the skate park waiting +That dick keep her coming back, motherfucking reincarnation +I don’t want that pussy if it's spatious +Just give me fellatio +My bitch named Gigi give me head, I be like goodness gracious, fuck +Hi, my name is Tune, it’s nice to eat ya +I still keep that gun like a secret +Another one bites the dust, would you like to eat it? +Boy I have the people looking for you like a reason uh +You don't want to hit my blunt cause I been eating pussy all day +This gun got a hair trigger, I pull this bitch til it’s bald head +Ye ain’t got no bars nigga +Recharge, you going dead +Can’t kill me, I was born dead +Crowned of thorns head +Devil horns red, have my barn head +I’m a serial killer, yo lucky charm dead +And that trash bag, they find you arm leg leg leg arm head +Oh what a tangled web we weave I feel like daddy long legs +Hop out that Ferrari Spider for my boys at Rikers and all my lifers +My bitch say my dick is great +But I make her say it like Tony the Tiger +I own a rifle and I’m on the edge +I bop bop and I’m ridin off +I’m devastation, I’m Freddy Jason, Dedication 5, 5 stars +Tunechi7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +What If[Intro] +Yeah, I'm fuckin' with this +It's that classic shit, that gangsta shit, yeah +[Chorus] +Man I watched the sun go up but come down - sayin' what if? +Man I watched the tide roll in and roll out - sayin' what if? +Homie I play the block tryin' to get my packs off - sayin' what if? +Man if I get a shot, I could make it to the top - damn what if? +[Verse 1] +If I got on some pretty boy shit like Puffy +Niggas in the hood, man they just wouldn't love me +If I wore a suit every day like Jay-Z +Niggas would think I bump my fuckin' head and went crazy +If I put diamonds in my teeth like Baby +I wouldn't stand a chance of tryin' to sell like Shady +If I put out bullshit joints like AZ +Every chance niggas get, they'd try and play me +But I move around with a little .380 +A nigga try to stunt, a nigga get sprayed B +If I smoked weed all day like Snoop do +I'd see the world different through my dilated pupils +If I bust dance moves on you like Usher +Niggas'll say "50 that ain't gangsta, fuck ya" +Man I'ma just keep doin' what I do +Cause niggas can't do me, better than I do, ha ha +[Chorus] +Man I watched the sun go up but come down - sayin' what if? +Man I watched the tide roll in and roll out - sayin' what if? +Homie I play the block tryin' to get my packs off - sayin' what if? +Man if I get a shot, I could make it to the top - damn what if? +[Verse 2] +What if I had blockbuster flicks like Will Smith? +And all the backpack niggas loved me like Mos Def +I'd probably be a cool-ass nigga like Ice Cube +Picture me in this flick right now lookin' so cool +What if I was a low-key nigga, just laid back? +Hustle to keep a homie 'round, somebody to hold the gat +Man what if Halle Berry was my next baby moms? +Shit I'd give that child support up with no problems +If I caught a case and jumped bail I'd get caught +Cause I'm that nigga everybody know from New York +But if I was the new rap nigga you didn't know +You'd be sayin' "Damn that kid got a sick flow" +What if I just cruised through your hood on 22's +Bumpin' Curtis Mayfield or Marvin, somethin' smooth +And if I let the top down on the Azure +Yeah that'd make you sick to your stomach I'm sure, ha ha +[Chorus] +Man I watched the sun go up but come down - sayin' what if? +Man I watched the tide roll in and roll out - sayin' what if? +Homey I play the block tryin' to get my packs off - sayin' what if? +Man if I get a shot, I could make it to the top - damn what if?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Gone ’Til November (Excerpt)Day One Up in This Bitch! +I’ve never been one who doesn’t take full responsibility for his actions, but damn, I really don’t deserve this. If I hadn’t traded my blue Marc Jacobs jeans, white polo, and gray Vans for green onesies, I wouldn’t have believed this shit myself. +I had to talk to the prison psychiatrist when I got here. I told her that I shouldn’t be talking to her because I’m not crazy … but I ended up really enjoying her conversation. Is that crazy? We talked about traveling the world, where we’ve been and where we would like to go, BUT both of us were in jail … crazy! +My next conversation didn't go so well. As I was being led to the captain's office, I was still just trying to figure out what I was about to go through. I got lost in the thought of how each step that I made was one step farther from everything that I love. And to what? A world of dysfunction, disrespect, and distrust. Come to think of it, it is sort of like the music biz only without the female groupies. +As soon as I sat down in the captain's office, his exact first words to me were, "Don't fuck with my staff!" Damn! Definitely won't be getting any celebrity treatment from the captain. The whole conversation was him telling me, “Don't come in here trying to be what you are. You're not gonna ‘Lil Wayne’ up this mothafucka!” +All I was thinking was, Since there's nothing else to explain here, I'm done with this dude, so just take me to my cell and I'll stay out of your way. After the captain's great words of discouragement, I was handed a towel, two sheets, a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a green cup. Oh yeah, and a cell, cell 29. +As soon as I heard the cell door lock behind me, I just sat on the back wall and the tears began to flow as I took my first glimpse at my new digs: three buckets, one bed, one toilet that was surprisingly kind of clean (emphasis on kind of), a rusty-ass sink with a mirror the size of a small notepad, a desk, and a window. A clothesline was left hanging in the cell. I decided to leave it because I figured it would come in handy. +I got in just in time for chow, which is the overall term used for what they call breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I only ate the veggies because I wasn't too sure what the other stuff was. +I wasn't in the mood to do much socializing, so I kept the first-day meet and greet short. I guess not everybody on staff got the captain's memo because two C.O.’s were suspended for trying to come up and see me ... females of course. Maybe there will be some female groupies in the bitch after all. +Fuck ... one down! +Welcome 2 Da Family +Woke up at 4 a.m. for breakfast "chow." I had coffee that was given to me along with some other "goodies." The guys on my tier made me feel like I was a part of a family ... like a brotherhood. I was the new brother and they showed me love just like one. All in all, they gave me magazines, tea, some better soap than the prison's soap, an earphone radio, and extra chow. +There's Chris, who gave me the radio. He looks 15 years old, like he's in here for stealing gum. There's Lawson, who gave me the magazines and taught me how to use the phone. Twenty-one minutes every five hours. Sheesh! There's Herb. He gave me some advice on how to do this time. Shit like, make sure to stick to myself, and to create a daily regimen to keep myself busy every day. He suggested working out, but I know my body ain't built for that. There's Al, whose cell is across from mine. He's 50-something, but he acts 20-something. Reminds me of an old Mafia guy. Then there's Coach! The guy that likes guys ... you know it had to be one of those. But he can and will get anything you need. I guess you can call him a "sweetheart," haha! +Now, as far as the C.O.’s, there's one who really stood out. White dude. He's loud, funny, and mad cool. He kept it so real with me from the jump, like, “Stay away from all these bitch-ass niggas ... none of them are your friends.” Him being a C.O., he knew why everybody was up in this bitch. Let's just say that he pointed out all the dudes who became gangstas mysteriously overnight when they found out that I was coming ... haha! +And then there's Ms. Burke. Owwww! She's so sexy! She has a head full of gray hair, but she's not old. I'm not sure what caused it, but she said that her hair has been gray since she was 13. My first impression was that it's just her swag and she dyed it gray on purpose. That's how cool it looks on her. I mean she's fine as hell. I'd definitely hit it! +Still Got It!!! +Shot hoops with Al in the yard. I sucked. He was much better and he's 57! No sooner when I got back to the cell at 2:45 p.m., I was back out to take the test for the suicidal-protection aide job. I passed with a 100, no lie. Guess I still got it. And I guess I still get that moola, baby, because SPA is the highest-paying job an inmate can get. The job is basically to monitor the tier for an eight-hour shift and if someone wants to hang up (meaning to kill themselves), to not negotiate with them or try to talk them out of it, but just to alert an officer. Yeah, it's that real. +When I got back to the cell, I wrote some rhymes and did some push-ups until about 4:30. Ended up playing checkers with Dominicano. Lost! +Then I had to get ready for my visit, which was Tez, Mack, and E.I. That was a great visit. I miss them niggas. Had chow when I got back. It was this chicken special that Coach and LL make. Shit was great! Also made my own rice and noodles with it and put it on a tortilla wrap. Shit was awesome. I felt fat. +Used the phone cautiously. Spoke to my little man D.M.C. III, he said, “Da-da.” Fucked up that I had to hear it for the first time in here, but still, Yeah! +Showered up quickly then had tea. It's 10:45 p.m. and I'm back in my cell listening to a game in the earphones as I write this. +Push-ups, prayer, sleep. Another day gone! +Jailhouse Rap +Read fan mail. Got some nice pictures today and Marisa sent me some Marc Jacobs cashmere socks, yeah! +Some people write the most bugged-out things. Everything from wanting to fall asleep with my dick in their mouth, to that I rep my city “astronomically”! Crazy, man! I love it! Also read the new Rolling Stone and I was in it. Yeah! +I rapped for the first time on the yard for Charlie and Jamaica. It's crazy that I've performed in front of millions of people since I was 8 years old, but for some reason I was nervous as hell. Rapping has always been second nature to me, but my creativity has definitely been put to a test since being in this bitch. I absolutely refuse to rap about being in jail. It's not who I am AND it's not who I'm going to be! I hope they liked it. I think they did. +Chris gave me two bags of Doritos. I gave him some bubble gum. It wasn't a trade, just two generous guys. But yeah, someone blessed me with some gum, a Now and Later, and a Jawbreaker today. Yeah! +As a Man +I woke up still feeling fucked up about the fucked-up day that I had. Hell is what it was! I'm used to arguing with my girl on a daily basis, but finding out that she fucked Drake was the absolute worst thing I could've found out. +As a man, honestly, that shit hurt, and not because it was Drake. It could've been any man and it would've hurt the same. She said it happened way before we got together, but she just never told me. When Drizzy came to see me, he was like, "Yeah it's true ... don't fuck with her like that ’cause I did fuck her." Damn! +This is the type of shit that a man never wants to find out while he's locked up. Or maybe so, ’cause only God knows what I would've done if I wasn't locked up right now. As soon as I found out, I told them to just lock me in, and I've basically just been by myself in my cell for the last couple of days. +Not sure how long I would've stayed in there if it weren't for Charlie. His fat ass wasn't going to let me just sit up in this bitch and not eat. He was like, "I don't give a fuck what you're mad about, we cooking no matter what, nigga. Come on man, let's eat!" +As a man I'll admit it: That shit really fucked me up, but hey, fuck that ho! +Love is blind, that's why I say make sure that bitch is a seeing-eye dog. +Another one gone! +He Runs the City +I woke up feeling like today was going to be different for some reason. I couldn't put my finger on it, but there seemed to be a buzz in the building. I had my morning coffee like usual and chilled in the dayroom waiting on my visit. And what a great visit it was. Diddy kept his word and visited me today. It was total chaos! Every captain in the building was down there! Even the deps and the warden! Everyone just wanted to see him. It was kind of aggravating, but it is what it is. +Here No More +Today started out on some regular-day shit, but that's definitely not the way it ended. Jamaica got deported. We were just chilling in this bitch and they just came and got him like he had a visit. The only difference was, they were like, "Jamaica, pack up your shit." Damn! +The fucked-up thing is that Jamaica and I have become ... damn, do I dare use the "F" word in jail ... but really have become like friends. He was always asking me if I could help him out with a lawyer or something just to keep him here because he was facing deportation. +At first, I would just brush it off, but it got to the point that I reacted as if he were one of my homies that I grew up with. I was like, “Nigga, don't ask me for shit just because you know I got it. It's because of me that we're eating right up in this bitch. Don't stretch it by asking for a lawyer and shit.” That's really how I looked at it at the time. I really didn't know it was that serious. I guess he really did need a better lawyer. Damn! +The whole ordeal made me realize how there are no real friends in jail. As fucked up as that sounds, that's the reality. I remember when White told me that. He was like, "Y'all niggas can be as cool as you want in here. You niggas can fight together, eat together, play ball together, and all that shit. But nobody ever gets out of this bitch on the same day. And whoever gets out of this bitch first ain't worrying about nobody ass that still up in here." +I pray for everybody in here, but I really don't see myself keeping in touch with anybody but a couple of C.O.’s who never acted like dicks toward me. +What a day … at least it's another one gone! +What's Really Real +Damn, I woke up this morning missing having normal conversations about everyday shit. The only time that I can have anything close to a normal conversation is with a C.O. I can't even begin to try and have that type of convo with an inmate because they're always lying about whatever they're talking about. +I'd have to be the most gullible mothafucka on the planet to believe the stories that these niggas tell me up in here. I mean like everybody in this bitch is a king, a boss, or a killer ... Everybody either has or has had a billion dollars. It's kind of sad because I know that they're just trying to boost their egos, which is probably why most of these mothafuckas are in here in the first place. Your life has to be crazy as fuck when jail is the place to boost your ego. +I don't ever want to come back to this bitch! There's absolutely nothing cool about jail. It's nasty. It's dirty. Everything is fucking used. Getting something new in the bitch is like winning the lottery. You have to be a certain mothafucka to get new shit. And since I get new bedsheets and shit, it's a good thing that I'm that certain mothafucka! +When I got back from the yard, I just stayed on the phone as much as possible. I was really craving some normal conversation. I'm sure this was all caused by this dude telling me to slow down because I was beginning to act like an inmate. +I got into an argument on the yard and went straight gorilla. I was as un–Lil Wayne as I could get. I was in a nigga face like, Fuck you, nigga, what's good? Niggas had to hold me back and shit. That's when this dude was like, "You go home to something nobody else in here goes home to ... dude, leave that nigga alone. He'll be back in this bitch next month. You don't want to be back in this bitch, man. Don't act that way. Go home, bro. You're a millionaire. You're a superstar. So act like one." I couldn't argue with that shit ... damn ... and yeah! +The Remix, Baby +Who knew that my spirit was about to be lifted through the roof! Tez was like, “We want you to be on Drake's remix.” I was like, “How?” And he was like, “We're going to do it over the phone.” I'm like, “Shit ... I don't have anything else better to do up in this bitch, so let's go!” After I finished running it, I was kinda nervous on how it was going to be received. This was the first time that I haven't been in the studio to hear the playback before a song goes out. +I can't front, I'm really bugging out knowing that I can record a song AND it would be on the radio and everything. My main thought is, Damn ... if I can do this, I'm about to go to the studio every night. I told Tez to have the mic on standby from here on out. +Nothing else that happened today mattered. Nothing can touch how happy I am. My creativity is at an all-time high right now! I'm actually looking forward to tomorrow. +Writing, writing, and more writing! Another one! +So Blessed +Just got back from my visit. I have the best friends, fans, and family in the world. I've been in this bitch for a good minute now and have never missed a visit yet. You get two visits a week and I haven't missed one yet! That shit is incredible ’cause I've never seen Jamaica get a visit. The only visit I saw him get was the mothafuckas who deported his ass came and got him. Coach has never got a visit. Dominicano has never got a visit. Charlie has never got a visit. I got every visit I was supposed to get. I've been able to look forward to seeing someone every chance I was able to see someone ... THANK GOD! +I even feel blessed when I argued with my girl during visits because it would become the topic of my day. And by the time we spoke later that day, the argument was so amplified in my head that I couldn’t wait to jump on the phone with her. Being that she was dealing with real-life shit and not up in the hellhole, she would normally have forgotten about the whole thing and be on some "I love you, Baby" vibe ... I'm like, BITCH!!! That shit might sound crazy, but it's awesome to have something to look forward to that takes your mind out of being in jail! +I told her I didn't want her to wear any panties so I can look at her pussy and shit one time. But since I never wear the same T-shirt, boxers, or socks more than one time EVER, my nigga E.I. always brings me new T-shirts, boxers, and socks every visit. And they have these extensive-ass searches before you come in here, so they made her put on a pair of boxers because they knew she didn't have on panties. Damn! +I have to give props where props are due ... big shout-out to Diddy, Chris Paul, and Kanye for coming to see me, especially with their schedules. I know that they had to go through some extra shit, because you just can't walk in this bitch and say, "I want to see Dwayne Carter.” +It's lock-in, so push-ups, Bible, prayer, slow jams, and sleep. 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That will definitely help us and the other visitors!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +I’ll Whip Ya Head Boy (Remix)[Intro: Lil' Fame] +Mo-P's, G-Unit, nigga +Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh +[Chorus: 50 Cent & Lil' Fame] +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Oh), you know I will (Yeah) +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Brownsville up in this bitch, nigga), with the back of the steel +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Brooklyn up in this bitch, nigga), yo' cap could get peeled +I'll whip yo' head, boy, yo' ass could get killed (Bitch nigga) +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), you know I will (I ain't battlin', nigga) +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), with the back of the steel (Don't wanna battle you, nigga, uh-uh) +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled (Get fucked up, nigga) +I'll whip yo' head, boy, yo' ass could get killed (Ahh), look +[Verse 1: Lil' Fame, Lil Fame & Billy Danze] +The first nigga that scream G-Unot to me +I'ma stomp yo' ass out with the Gortex beef and broccoli's +Somebody talk to homie, tell him I don't play ball (Say it, kid) +You fuckin' with them Saratoga hackers off a St. Marks (G-Unit) +Nigga mad 'cause he went AWOL +But First Family is Fifth La Familia, all day, y'all +So go 'head and start a beef, yo' ass'll get popped +With a hot one 'cause we ain't blazin' hip-hop and R&B +I ain't a New York City ho that get pistol whipped +Then stripped for your jewels then I'ma rock 'em in the next video (Brooklyn) +You know how M.O.P. do it +We hold the block like that 'cause we don't rock like that (Uh, uh, uh) +[Chorus: 50 Cent & M.O.P.] +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), you know I will +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), wit' the back of the steel +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' ass could get killed +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), you know I will +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), wit' the back of the steel +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' ass could get killed (Woof) +[Verse 2: 50 Cent] +Two niggas in the front, two niggas in the back +That's four niggas ridin' strapped in grandpa's Cadillac +The voice in my head say, "Fuck all these niggas" +Then I start thinkin', "I should rob all these niggas" +Man, my homies, they wan' do whatever I wan' do +I'll say I wanna eat, they say, "Shit, we wanna eat, too" +Let's ride around, find a nigga stuntin' on Front Street +With the shines on niggas be lookin' like lunch meat +I run up on a nigga, pop, one on the floor +Tell 'em come up off that shit 'fore we start poppin' some more +Fuck a ski mask, man, niggas know who I is +I got a full clip and niggas know I get biz +[Chorus: 50 Cent & M.O.P.] +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), you know I will +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), wit' the back of the steel +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' ass could get killed +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), you know I will +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), wit' the back of the steel +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' ass could get killed (Woof) +[Verse 3: Billy Danze] +From the midst of the dark, barkin', it's Bill Gates +From the behind the bodega with two eights, I mean +With intentions of settin' yo' ass straight, I mean +Yo' ass leakin', bleedin', reachin' for faith, I mean +You barely breathin', with your soft-survivin' ass +What happened to your hood vibe with your good ridin' ass? +What happened to the gangsta that you see on TV? (It was expected) +That's 'cause it was projected in 3D (Come on) +And you don't wanna see me comin', lettin' that Mac spit (Blam) +Send a nigga to a semi back flip (Blam) +Saratoga Ave., nigga, act sick (Blam) +M.O.P. doin' this rugged rap shit +[Chorus: 50 Cent, M.O.P. & Young Buck] +I'll whip yo' head, boy, you know I will +I'll whip yo' head, boy, wit' the back of the steel +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' ass could get killed +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), you know I will +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), wit' the back of the steel +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' ass could get killed (Ooh) +[Verse 4: Young Buck] +I got his homies screamin', "Buck you need to calm down" +Niggas be gettin' killed every time you come around (Yeah) +We ran up in his crib, made his mama kiss the ground +She askin' God, "What my baby done did now?" +I'm taking everything, jewelry, I want it all +Duct tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall (Give me that, nigga) +Fuck waitin', we gon' starve waitin' on tomorrow (Huh) +So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow +I'm impatient like a money hungry rap star (Rap star) +Jack him for his chain and I can get a new Jaguar (Woah) +The MAC'll have his brains all over the fuckin' sidewalk +And I'ma be on CNN again, it ain't my fault +March, nigga, step (Step), right, nigga, left (Left) +G-Unit soldier, I'm thuggin' to my death, motherfucker +[Chorus: 50 Cent & M.O.P.] +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), you know I will +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), wit' the back of the steel +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' ass could get killed +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), you know I will +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), wit' the back of the steel +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' cap could get peeled +I'll whip yo' head, boy (Blam), yo' ass could get killedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Oh No[Intro] +(Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no) +Haha, cut the music up please +(Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no) +Hahaha, yeah +[Verse] +I play the bullshit from the backseat, champ +Yeah, I'm in the backseat, still got the seat back +Feet back, stay from where the fake be at +Niggas snitch for the shine, where the patience at? +Nigga make his own brother face his back +Give love, then take it back +Good grief, man, this world is quite heavy on my aching back +Cops killing for crack, you know the story, snakes eat rats +Face the facts, you can't change him +Can't shoot it if you can't aim it +Can't miss him, if he kill you, then you can't blame him +That's just how the dice roll when you can't fade 'em +Get too deep up in that water and they can't save you +Me, I come out of that water like I was just bathin' +And watch my step on the wet pavement, yeah +I'm from the hood, so I rep 'em where I can't take em +"Hollygrove, Hollygrove," was his last statement +So nigga, get that look off your face +And recognize you got a crook in the place +They call me W-E-E-crooked letter-Y, I'm so high +I skeet-skeet in any nigga dime like she's mine +Street-sweeper in the back of the hatch, make me pop the latch +Leave you bloody with the cops to match +Bullet holes in your speakers from the chopper blast +Like, haha, ah +That's bullet holes in your sneakers, got you hoppin' back +It all stop when they hit you in your top and back +No cockin' back, silly motherfucker, you ain't heard 'bout this +The clips hang down to the dick +That's an automatic shotty from a drum they call Tommy +Guaranteed to get you bitches from by me +When I hit every piece of your visible body, he leakin' +Mortimer is no longer leapin', he's sleepin' +While you pussy niggas is sleepin', I'm thinkin' +Deep in thought, the boy ain't even winkin' +Bob Marley got me stinkin' +Stackin' figures, I'm standing firm, life's a Slinky +Pipes is filled with crack cocaine +And the dope go inside of the veins +From where I came +Though I bear a name only one can live with +Coach, they won't knock me off my pivot, forget it +I'm sicker with it, pick a city, buy a condo +Find a fine ho, let some time go, chill +What you know about a bongo having her mind go +Over a convo about dough? Nothing +Man, the four-wheelers look so good on the sand +Tee or tank top, pocket fan +No pocketknife, no handgun in sight +Just that rat-tat, tat, tat-tat-t-tat-tat, boom +Haha, tonight, I might just boost my feature price +'Cause to each his own, and the lights is bright +And I'm feeling like Mike at a Tyson fight +I'm from Cita house, Big Mama's house +She told me to shoot you right after I knock you out +And he ain't gettin' up after them shots if you hit him in the right spot +Hold up, the beat might drop +[Outro] +(Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no) +(Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Clap[Verse 1: Raekwon] +Call it the Hollow Bone syndrome line +Select sweet nine, face this, watch his whole face lift +Bracelets, murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped +Caked out, half a million dollars in coats +Flows is genetic, the Corleone connection in all +Selection, stock brokers with coats on +Make coke suggestions, all twin glizzies +Fireman, Gucci boots on, sideways action +Murder niggas fear me yo +Cash that he did Clinton, rentin' his mother crib out +We send organize the Bill of Rights get lid +Drugs that Hendrix was on, conversatin' like the Dutch +Richie Conaway, Goodfellas who honor Rae +Flows that blow thru your roll and Holland +Everybody now, trip up niggas, in clicks we posin' rhyme black +Half the year, half my niggas sittin' upstairs +Takin' pictures of ya niggas wack gear +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah (U-God)] +Listen to the (Clap) +Real niggas (Clap) +Rich niggas (Clap) +My bitches (Clap) +If you love pussy then y'all niggas (Clap) +If you love to get ate, then ya ladies (Clap) +If you real fucked up, then ya'll niggas (Clap) +If you bare witness to Allah y'all (Clap) +Aiyo you see me on the big screen y'all niggas Clap +(Jeans with a gangster lean, y'all Clap) +Good hats, sloppy automatics that Clap +(Big shit, thunder) Get around that +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +Porcelain floors with a dog named Ginger +Bottle cap niggas that rhyme, we the winners +Then slide thru your hood in hoods +Me, Cliff, Patrick, Gary Grice and my man C. Woods +Holdin' up gorilla, two niggas got a hold that shit +One shot and ya mans on it +The little kids watch from down the block +Jury box, murder hop, six stash botch, fit hit the ran spots +Spit at the statue with cash and throw dough at it +Fuck bitches raw, why? Cuz I'm a pro at it +Big birds danglin', cameras snatch, flash and pop from every angle and +2000 Mark Damon'in +[Chorus: Method Man] +Clap ya hands now, Clap, Clap ya hands now, Clap, Clap +Clap, Clap ya hands now, Clap, Clap, Clap ya hands now +People Clap ya hands +[Verse 3: Method Man] +I drink till I'm drunk +Smoke skunk, with my stinkin' ass, smell the funk +Eekin' out the pores, cum stain, shitty drawers +Pissin' down ya elevators shaft, no class, writin' graf' on ya walls +It be us, fuck ya law, niggas my cause is "because" +No yin to my yang, it's a black thing +Used to be in chains, now we snatch chains +Took the crack game applied it to the rap game, y'all +Pop quiz, now, what artist hits the hardest? +Get down with the syndrome: retarded +I think it was them swordsmen +Place them chess pieces on the boards and +Take it to the square, this ain't no Yakool affair +Or a New World Disorder, got us, fuckin' the coal miner's daughter +That y'all, but not us +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah (U-God)] +Listen to the (Clap) +Real niggas (Clap) +Rich niggas (Clap) +My bitches (Clap) +If you love pussy then y'all niggas (Clap) +If you love to get ate, then ya ladies (Clap) +If you real fucked up, then ya'll niggas (Clap) +If you bare witness to Allah y'all (Clap) +Aiyo you see me on the big screen y'all niggas Clap +(Jeans with a gangster lean, y'all Clap) +Good hats, sloppy automatics that Clap +(Big shit, thunder) Get around that +[Outro: kung fu sample] +During this time, I intend to teach you the Shaolin poem +The rules and commandments, that void, deceit +Cruelty and unkindness, always help the weak +Never despise the poor, always respect yourselfEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Story Board[Verse 1: Nas] +Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Azure Bentley +Of course with me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney +Brazilian candy, from Miami +Masseuse, wedding ring on, loving Celine Dion +Hate rap, told me where she get cake at +She's a part-time dancer, part time romancer +Tries to be a mother when she gets a chance to +Left her husband alone to raise they son, he's in pampers +Modeled for a year, got her bachelors degree +33, recovering from plastic surgery +Went from 34B to 36 double D +Met her in San Diego at tha Super Bowl party +Had the Henny, sipped it up with Terrell Davis +MVP, we flicked it up from Sports Illustrated +I was silked out, flossing with Stoute, he had the gators +When she walked in, she lit up the room like Las Vegas +Terrell said her man's a fullback for the Raiders +A drunk who'd fuck cheerleaders and wind up in the papers +It's easy to get the pussy, just don't fall in love +Next thing you know I'm hugged up with this bitch in the tub +Palm Springs, Al Capone's Suite washing her feet +Is this love? Somebody's wife fucking a thug +Hitting it raw, tasting it, wilding out of my character +Taping it, Tyra Banks face with Faiths lips +Giving head like she knew me for years +Pillow talk, she let out tears, told me bout her husbands affairs +Millions she would get if his neck got slit +She rolled the equality, then passed the la to me +Told me 'bout her man's life insurance policy +He stays on the golf course, wears Le Coq Sport +Evenings he drinks his wines on his private resort +You can take him there, here go the keys, you can slip in the rear +Chop a nigga up, yo, meet me somewhere +So we can make more money, then you could ever see rapping +Split the cash and move to Venezuela, adapting +P-11's, ACP shells for blasting +Caught him with his spanish maid +He had a lighter with a can of spray, burning her legs +She tied to the bed, sex S&M, sadomasochistic +Sadistic, yoked her from behind, blew him out exsistance +His maid cried "No", lucky she was blindfold +Naked with mad burn marks all on her thighs, yo +Twelve point five million, he kept his funds +In the Lloyd's of London, goes to his wife and his children +Yo, I thought "What if shorty gets scared, electric chair's all I envision +All she'll probably get is psychiatric supervision" +I switched the plan, the maid flied to Switzerland +Fake ID, forged his wife name, catch the next flight +The same night, headed to Spain, nice game +Now we're back to where we meet again +[Verse 2: Nas] +Blaze a 50, sit back in a drop-top Azure Bentley +Of course with me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney +Top down, night air blow her hair +Sky black, stars glow, the face on the moon stare +Fastlane on the nine-five, honey laughs about the cash +Took a blast out of her coke bag +Snorted it, started screaming "Yo, we almost crashed!" +Earlier I took the coke out, replaced it with crushed up glass +Her head nodded down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep +Overwhelmed by greed, put to deathEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Skrubs[Intro] +I told you I ain't gon' leave you +It's your swag though +Them Chanel Tennicitos (DY Krazy) +That you in +[Chorus] +It's gon' be okay, okay, okay +Just don't leave, okay, okay, okay +Baby lead the way, the way +Yeah, yeah, the way, the way +(Oh oh) +When you caught me cheatin', I caught amnesia (Oh oh) +And I'm Durkio, it's nice to meet you (Oh oh) +And she sexy, she got her features (Mmh mmh mmh) +When I see you down, I pick up the pieces (Pick up the pieces) +[Verse 1] +I was feeling like a clown, I thought you would leave me +I let them get inside my head (Okay, okay, okay) +I know you wishin' I was dead (Okay, okay, okay) +And she won't put up with my bullshit (Won't nah) +The way I make that pussy scream, she think I'm hood rich (Think I'm hood rich, yeah yeah) +They couldn't imagine us, we got 'em mad as fuck (Oh oh) +I'ma get your Patek bust, I'ma let you count it up (Yeah yeah) +Bust down Patek for me (Turn up) +Put my dick on her teeth (Turn up) +Fucked up and gave her the key (Skrrt) +I gave her the recipe (Turn up) +I got my head in the streets (Got my head in the streets) +She like when I suck on her feet (She like when I suck on her feet) +She in love with me +She like it doggy style (She like it doggy style) +She count up a hundred thou' (She count up a hundred thou') +Cheat on me, it can't be long +Pass me the drugs, my high comin' down +[Chorus] +It's gon' be okay, okay, okay +Just don't leave, okay, okay, okay +Baby lead the way, the way +Yeah, yeah, the way, the way +I'm talkin' 'bout today, right now, I need you (Oh oh) +When you caught me cheatin', I caught amnesia (Oh oh) +And I'm Durkio, it's nice to meet you (Oh oh) +And she sexy, she got her features (Mmh mmh mmh) +When I see you down, I pick up the pieces (Pick up the pieces) +I was feeling like a clown, I thought you would leave me +[Verse 2] +And I can't let nobody tell me that my bitch goin' +And we got strong mind, I told her we gon' get through it, oh oh +In her Rick Owens, I had to put my rent on it +And I was broke as hell, she thought I had some shit goin' +No, I don't want your number +No, I don't want to give you mine, and no +And I'm so cocky, got a big ego +Her head so sloppy, got to take off these drawers +You ain't gotta worry 'bout me vanishing +And I'm down for the cause and the challenges +I fell out with my dawg 'bout money, it was not 'bout a bitch +But he told her I had a girl, but he told her right before I hit +She say I run my mouth 'cause I told my guys I hit +But he was with me when I seen you, I said I gotta hit +And I knew he was kinda hatin', he said I got a bitch +They DM'ed her from a fake page but it was too accurate +It was him +Edible arrangement, bring flowers +Couldn't say I cheated 'cause I was a bachelor +That pussy pancakes, my tongue a spatula +And I take Adderall so I can add it up +My first gun was a Smith & Wesson +These ain't no SI's, these VVS's +I was in them trenches, yeah I need a blessing +Couldn't get into good school, I was getting rejected +No, I don't want to meet you nowhere +No, I don't want none of your time, and no +No make-up, no inches, no lipo +And I know that you know I'm psycho +Love her perfume, bring me more shrooms +My heart got no room, I don't need no tomb +No I won't hurt you, 'cause we global +The world know you, the world know you +[Chorus] +It's gon' be okay, okay, okay +Just don't leave, okay, okay, okay +Baby lead the way, the way +Yeah, yeah, the way, the way +I'm talkin' 'bout today, right now, I need you (Oh oh) +When you caught me cheatin', I caught amnesia (Oh oh) +And I'm Durkio, it's nice to meet you (Oh oh) +And she sexy, she got her features (Mmh mmh mmh)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +No More Parties in LA[Intro: Johnny "Guitar" Watson & Junie Morrison] +La-di-da-da-a, da-a (I like this flavor) +La-da-da-da-di-da-da-a, la-a (La-a, la-a, la-a) +Let me tell you, I'm out here +From a very far away place +All for a chance to be a star +Nowhere seems to be too far +[Chorus: Kanye West, Junie Morrison & Ghostface Killah] +No more parties in L.A. +Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh +No more parties in L.A. +Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh +No more (Los Angeles) +Please (Shake that body, party that bod-) +Please (Shake that body, party that bod-) +Please (Shake that body, party that body) +[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar & Kanye West] +Hey, baby, you forgot your Ray Bans +And my sheets still orange from your spray-tan +It was more than soft porn for the K-Man +She remember my Sprinter, said "I was in the grape van" +Uhm—well, cutie, I like your bougie booty +Come, Erykah Badu-me—well, let's make a movie +Hell, you know my repertoire is like a wrestler +I show you the ropes, connect the dots +A country girl that love Hollywood +Mama used to cook red beans and rice +Now it's Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil your appetite +Liquor pouring and niggas swarming your section with erection +Smoke in every direction, middle finger pedestrians +R&B singers and lesbians, rappers and managers +Music and iPhone cameras +This shit unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, I think +That pussy should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I mean +He flew you in this motherfucker on first class +Even went out his way so you could check in an extra bag +Now you wanna divide the yam like it equate the math? +That shit don't add up, you're making him mad as fuck +She said she came out here to find an A-list rapper +I said baby, "Spin that 'round and say the alphabet backwards" +You're dealing with malpractice, don't kill a good nigga's confidence +Just 'cause he a nerd and you don't know what a condom is +The head still good, though; the head still good, though +Make me say "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo" +Make a nigga say big words and act lyrical +Make me get spiritual, make me believe in miracles +Buddhist monks and Cap'n Crunch cereal +Lord have mercy, thou will not hurt me +Five buddies all herded up on a Thursday +Bottle service, head service, I came in first place +The opportunity, the proper top of breast and booty cheek +The pop community, I mean these bitches come with union fee +And I want two of these, moving units through consumer streets +Then my shoe released, she was kickin' in gratuity +And yeah, G, I was all for it +She said, "K-Lamar, you kinda dumb to be a poet +I'ma put you on game for the lames that don't know they a rookie +Instagram is the best way to promote some pussy" +[Chorus: Kanye West] +Scary, scary +No more parties in L.A. +Please, baby, no more parties in L.A. +[Verse 2: Kanye West] +Friday night, tryna make it into the city +Breakneck speeds, passenger seat—somethin' pretty +Thinking back to how I got here in the first place +Second-class bitches wouldn't let me on first base +A backpack nigga with luxury tastebuds +And the Louis Vuitton store got all of my pay stubs +Got pussy from beats I did for niggas more famous +When did I become A-list? I wasn't even on a list +Strippers get invited to where they only got hired +When I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired +I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired +And 3 Stacks, man, you preaching to the choir +Any rumor you ever heard about me was true and legendary +I done got Lewinsky'd and paid secretaries +For all my niggas with babies by bitches +That use they kids as meal tickets +Not knowin' the disconnect from the father +The next generation will be the real victims +I can't fault 'em, really +I remember Amber told my boy +No matter what happens, she ain't goin' back to Philly +Back to our regularly scheduled programmin' +Of weak content and slow jammin' +But don't worry, this one's so jammin' +You know it, L.A., it's so jammin' +I be thinkin' every day +Mulholland Drive need to put up some goddamn barricades +I be paranoid every time, the pressure +The problem ain't I be drivin', the problem is I be textin' +My psychiatrist got kids that I inspired +First song they played for me was 'bout their friend that just died +Textin' and drivin' down Mulholland Drive +That's why I'd rather take the 405 +I be worried 'bout my daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim +But Saint is baby 'Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him +Had my life threatened by best friends with selfish intents +What I'm supposed to do? +Ride around with a bulletproof car and some tints? +Every agent I know, know I hate agents +I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too flagrant +Something smellin' like shit, that's the new fragrance +It's just me, I do it my way, bitch +Some days I'm in my Yeezys, some days I'm in my Vans +If I knew y'all made plans, I wouldn't have popped the Xans +I know some fans thought I wouldn't rap like this again +But the writer's block is over; emcees, cancel your plans +A 38-year-old 8-year-old with rich nigga problems +Tell my wife that I hate the Rolls so I don't never drive it +It took six months to get the Maybach all matted out +And my assistant crashed it soon as they backed it out +Goddamn! Got a bald fade, I might slam +Pink fur, got Nori dressin' like Cam +Thank God for me! (Los Angeles) +Whole family gettin' money, thank God for E! +I love rockin' jewelry, a whole neckful +Bitches say he fun-ny and disrespectful +I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my shoes +I feel like Pablo when I see me on the news +I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my house +Tell 'em party's in here, we don't need to go out +We need the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thots +Drop-dro-dro-dro-drop, like Robocop +She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do that +She keep pushin' me back, good dick'll do that +She push me back when the dick go too deep +This good dick'll put your ass to sleep +Get money (Money, money, money)! +Big, big money (Money, money, money!) +And as far as real friends, tell all my cousins I love 'em +Even the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker! +[Bridge: Larry Graham] +I just keep on lovin' you, baby +And there's no one else I know can take your pla-, pla-, pla- +[Chorus: Kanye West, Junie Morrison & Ghostface Killah] +Please, no more parties in L.A. (Shake that body, party that body) +Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh (Shake that body, party that body) +No more parties in L.A. (Los Angeles) +Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh +No more parties in L.A +Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh +[Outro: Junie Morrison] +Let me tell you, I'm out here from a very far away place +All for a chance to be a star +Nowhere seems to be too far +Swish +[Produced by Madlib and Kanye West] + +Bird On A WireLa musica de Harry Fraud +Smoke something, biatch! +[Hook: Action Bronson] +Blow a kiss to my dick, wash my body with the sponge +Feed me Fla-vor-ices, put the chronic in my lungs +Tailor me a leather suit, on some Jodeci shit +Bi-coastal man, we both will be rich +[Verse 1: Action Bronson] +Leave the party with your daughter (little Debra) +In the morning do karate in the water +Hear sounds of samurais +Rockin shorts in the winter don’t fuck with splinters (rats) +Roll with sinners — A bunch of winners, catered lunch and dinners +Why my drug jar look so empty? +Drop a hook and then I’ll probably cop an M3 +Long knife ('chete), that’s in the event +Somebody try to get me then to Heaven they’ll be sent +Oh, off the strength, caviar and Porsche taste +All the beans are gettin' Boston baked +On thin ice, I skate across the lake +With the CCM tacks, my feet are like Cassius +Smoke premium cabbage +[Hook: Action Bronson] +Blow a kiss to my dick, wash my body with the sponge +Feed me Fla-vor-ices, put the chronic in my lungs +Tailor me a leather suit, on some Jodeci shit +Bi-coastal man, we both will be rich +[Verse 2: Ft. Riff Raff] +Yo we 80,000 shopping malls but we ain't browsin' +Poppin' hood in Transco Towers +Prowler prowling Gucci towels and bathroom vials +Nouns, owls, Aston Martins +Sparkin' one in valet parkin', loan sharkin' +Hopin' that my days-don’t-get-darkened +Cheetah skin outside the parka +Propaganda propels us – ostrich feathers +Security guards with 9 berettas, pullin' up Volkswagen jettas +Causin' storms in sunny weather, in sunny whether, in sunny weather +Hopin' that my days get, hopin', hopin' days get, days get betterEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +TragedyAyo, Pink Friday, Eminem, 8 Mile +It must hurt to sell ya album off Paypal +Especially when you in the game 15/20 +You was hot when Shaq teamed up with Penny +Man, you was magic +I mean, look at you now hoe, you just tragic +You a tragedy, you a parody +Last name Ann, first name Raggedy +These goofy bitches is stupidity personified +Ayo Wayne, you on the Gully or the Gaza sideEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +That Way[Intro] +I want it that way +I want it that way +I want it that way +I want it that way +[Pre-Chorus] +But I don't wanna go out bad, wanna go out sad, wanna go out that way (No) +I'm with the winnin' team, they make sure I'm not in last place (Let's go) +If I wake up, don't make no money, that's a sad day (Woah) +Twenty-five hundred on my shirt what the tag say (Let's go) +[Chorus] +I want it that way +I want it that way +I want it that way, woah +I want it that way +[Verse 1] +Woah, she from Atlanta, she went to Cascade, ayy (Let's get it) +She ride the D like she's tryna drag race (Woah) +Don't slow me right down, I like it fast-paced, ayy +That is enough about that girl, everyone know it is my world +If he dropped an album, thought it was trash day (Yeah, woah) +I'm on my own, not talkin' masturbate, yeah (Ew) +She gave me dome 'til I graduate, woah +I'ma grab a Bentley, Mean might go and grab a Wraith, yeah +I had to snap back into reality and go grab a fitted (Fitted) +My jeans, yeah, they fitted (Woo) +But Lil Uzi, he is so far from the timid (Let's go) +The reason I'm rich +'Cause I had to go and just fix my percentage (Let's go) +You know that I'm winnin' +My white girl got black card and it got no limit (Woo) +[Pre-Chorus] +I don't wanna go out bad, don't wanna go out sad, not that way (Yeah) +I'm with the winnin' team, they make sure I'm not in last place (Yes) +If I wake up, don't make no money, that's a sad day (Woah) +Twenty-five hundred for my shirt what the tag say (Yeah) +[Chorus] +And I want it that way +I want it that way +I want it that way, woah +I want it that way +[Verse 2] +When I'm in DC, make the hoes go-go (Go) +Yes, I'm slimy like a snail, but I'm no slowpoke (Slow) +Only reason I didn't kick her out 'cause she gon' deepthroat (Yeah) +Hit it no protection, injection, yeah, this shit is lethal (Go) +They laugh at me because I'm emo (Yeah) +I killed my girlfriend, that's why I'm single (Fuck her) +Can't call 911 'cause I'm in Reno (Yeah) +Gave away my thumbs and I stood three toes (Let's go, let's go) +Diamonds hittin', bling, bling (Let's go) +Make the chopper sing, sing (Let's go, let's go, let's go) +He a killer (What?), same thing (Same thing) +Eyes low, Simmons, Ming (Yeah) +[Pre-Chorus] +I don't wanna go out bad, don't wanna go out sad, not that way +I'm with the winnin' team, they make sure I'm not in last place (Yes) +If I wake up, don't make no money, that's a sad day (Why? Woah) +Twenty-five hundred for my shirt what the tag say (Yeah) +[Chorus] +And I want it that way +I want it that way +I want it that way, woah +I want it that way +[Outro] +I want it that way +I want it that way +I want it that way +I want it that way74EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Ease On Down The Road[Verse 1: (?)] +Ring around the rosie pocket full of tosie +Its lounging low return of the O.G +High grade smoker, .38 toaster +Building one-six-ooh wanted on the poster +Come (?) get beat down and broke up +I'm in the city where the homeless live +BC, G's beat, throw a stone don't play +Fly high cover you hood +My brother is good +Niggas who want a zigga +I wish you niggas front like (?) ain't got yall picture +Take a flick of the nozzle, I'm full throttle +(?) and get cracked in the head with a bottle +You know my motto +I'm right here standing firm +(?) I blam on him he put a hand on him +Listen to the words I speak +I could care less +If you had a vest or even work in the streets +[Hook: Cappadonna] +We gon' put our feet together +We gon' ease on down the road +Ease on down, ease on down the road +We gon' put our feet together +We gon' ease on down the road +Ease on down, ease on down the road +[Verse 2: Cappadonna] +We keep the streets jumping +Beats is pumping +Sport mad ice on +Yo New York (?) +Usher on the radio +Ne-Yo and all them +Suit you up +Your pants got tight at the ankle +Pink New York fitted, we say no thank you +Mister Rogers, radio wave +Jay-Z come through whole face shaved +50 Cent got the industry selling us crack +Yo Nas killed hip-hop, we bringing it back +Hip-hop, catch the (?) Funkmaster Flex +Come on mother fucker +Tell me what you want to do +Stop playing the same shit +Play us too +What up Clue +Peace to Doug E. and Slick Rick +Bang hard +We don't want to hear that other shit +We like M.O.P. music +Mob and Jaheem +While we crushing that pussy +Making that C.R.E.A.M +Grafitti writer (?) rhymes like that +Staten, Africa protect ya neck +Stand back +Get your hustle on +C block control the block +Everybody on the east side hold ya spot +Everybody on the west side make it hot +We don't have to sell our soul to get to the top +C'mon yoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +100 Round[Intro: Lil Yachty] +Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Baby +Lil Baby, Lil Baby, Lil Boat, huh, ayy, hol' up +[Chorus: Lil Yachty] +Hunnit round, hunnit thou', hunnit hoes +Beam on his face, he got a runny nose +Prolly got a wire on his ankles (Yeah) +Prolly got a wire on his chest too (Yeah) +That's why I don't fuck with them niggas, no +That's why we buck on them niggas, uh +All my niggas stay with the choppers, uh +Like that shit stuck to them niggas +[Verse 1: Lil Yachty] +I'm a mama's boy +That mean I can fuck ya mama, boy (Fuck it up) +Don't gotta ride with that Llama, boy +Touch me, it's gon' be some drama, boy +Bro got that cookie, that "Chips Ahoy!" +Just made a play out in Illinois +We hit the scene and we makin' noise (Lil Boat) +Fuck up your city with all my boys +Add extra sauce like Cisco +Right wrist look like a goddamn disco ball +Lil Boat, spend a thirty up in the mall +Shittin' on them bitches who ain't pick up my calls +Wazzam ah, whatdamn +He dropped out and became the man (Lil Boat) +He brought out the pots and the pans (Yeah) +Simply, I had a plan (Lil Boat) +[Chorus: Lil Yachty] +Hunnit round, hunnit thou', hunnit hoes +Beam on his face, he got a runny nose +Prolly got a wire on his ankles (Yeah) +Prolly got a wire on his chest too (Yeah) +That's why I don't fuck with them niggas, no +That's why we buck on them niggas, uh +All my niggas stay with the choppers, uh +Like that shit stuck to them niggas +[Verse 2: Lil Baby] +I'm in this bitch with Lil Yachty (Yachty) +Trapper turned rapper, I used to sell dope (Dope) +Icy, icy, icy, North Pole +Came from the trenches, all I had was hope (Hope) +Over the gang, I got rank, I'm the pope +Bet Lil Yachty let them young hittas go +Call me Rocky, tryna stay off the rope (Tryna kill this) +Young rich nigga, man, I used to be poor +Rich Forever, we ain't goin' back broke +Gettin', gettin' the money (Yup) +MAC-11, by a stunt for show (Yup) +All your watches cost a hundred? (Yup) +I'm in this bitch with Lil Boat (Woah) +Diamond chains, diamond rope (Water) +I'm in this bitch with Lil Boat +Try the gang, you get smoked (gang) +[Chorus: Lil Yachty] +Hunnit round, hunnit thou', hunnit hoes +Beam on his face, he got a runny nose +Prolly got a wire on his ankles (Yeah) +Prolly got a wire on his chest too (Yeah) +That's why I don't fuck with them niggas, no +That's why we buck on them niggas, uh +All my niggas stay with the choppers, uh +Like that shit stuck to them niggas5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Zion[Intro] +One day you'll understand Zion +[Verse 1] +Unsure of what the balance held +I touched my belly overwhelmed +By what I had been chosen to perform +But then an angel came one day +Told me to kneel down and pray +For unto me a man child would be born +Woe this crazy circumstance +I knew his life deserved a chance +But everybody told me to be smart +Look at your career they said +"Lauryn baby, use your head" +But instead I chose to use my heart +[Chorus] +Now the joy of my world is in Zion +Now the joy of my world is in Zion +[Verse 2] +How beautiful if nothing more +Than to wait at Zion's door +I've never been in love like this before +Now let me pray to keep you from +The perils that will surely come +See, life for you my prince has just begun +And I thank you for choosing me +To come through unto life to be +A beautiful reflection of his grace +See, I know that a gift so great +Is only one God could create +And I'm reminded every time I see your face +[Chorus] +That the joy of my world is in Zion +Now the joy of my world is in Zion +Now the joy of my world is in Zion +Now the joy of my world is in Zion +[Bridge] +Marching, marching, marching +Marching to Zion, marching, marching, marching +Marching, marching, marching +Marching to Zion, marching +Beautiful, beautiful Zion +Marching, marching, marching +Marching to Zion, marching, marching, marching +Marching, marching, marching +Marching to Zion, marching +Beautiful, beautiful Zion +Marching, marching, marching +Marching to Zion, marching, marching, marching +Marching, marching, marching +Marching to Zion, marching +Beautiful, beautiful Zion +Marching, marching, marching +Marching to Zion, marching, marching, marching +Marching, marching, marching +Marching to Zion, marching +Beautiful, beautiful Zion +Marching, marching, marching +Marching to Zion, marching, marching, marching +Marching, marching, marching +Marching to Zion, marching +Beautiful, beautiful Zion +Beautiful, beautiful Zion +Beautiful, beautiful Zion +Beautiful, beautiful Zion + +Smokin’[Intro] +Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim (To the Gods) +To the Gods, to the Earths +Pass that shit homie +[Chorus] +Now tell me what y'all smokin' +What kinda heat y'all holdin' +Well is your creep move potent? +I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns +I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon +We bi-coastin', keepin our po-ckets bulgin' +We got the plan in motion +I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns +I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon +[Verse 1] +Zoom, from outer space he comes +Blunt in his mouth with his hand on his gun +Bitches flappin' they gums, do he be clappin' and shootin' guys +Actor or a movie star, rapper revolutionized +What is his race, nation, or creed? +Is he Arabic, Black, Latin, Asian they read +Magazines say I walked on water, talked to the heavens +Spit at judges, stepped on peasants +But in reality, I just entered your galaxy +September '73, up in these wild streets +Fuckin' these wild freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn) +And my mystique got 'em tearin' my clothes +[Chorus] +Now tell me what y'all smokin' +What kinda heat y'all holdin' +Well is your creep move potent? +I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns +I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon +We bi-coastin', keepin our po-ckets bulgin' +We got the plan in motion +I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns +I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon +[Verse 2] +My nigga smoke with one lung +If he cough he might die, passin' me trees +The liquor bottle's almost empty +We about to collide, with the enemy +Only way you die if it's meant to be +You fuckin' with a general +No discussion is the principle we bust and it's the end of you +Now we knockin' on your mama door +Like we came to fix the sink; my kind of war +Death, angels coming for you +Spirit horse runnin' from your body like Young Guns 1 and 2 +Paramedics fightin' for you, who's gon' win? +The hands of time, or the hands of medicine +Don't cry, witness your fate, this is your wake +Walk by your casket, spit in your face +Enter the fog dog, the light is your guide +And when you're gone all your niggas gon' light it with Nas +[Chorus] +Now tell me what y'all smokin' +What kinda heat y'all holdin' +Well is your creep move potent? +I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns +I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon +We bi-coastin', keepin our po-ckets bulgin' +We got the plan in motion +I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns +I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon +[Verse 3] +Pardon but I gotta question of life now +Look at the nigga next to you right now +Is he real, fake or scared? +Do it like this niggas right hands in the air +Ball it to a fist and put it over your heart +Now let's say it all together let the ceremony start +"I shall - stay real, stay true, stay holdin' figures +Never put a bitch over my niggas +I shall never, cooperate with the law +Never snake me I always hold you down in war +If they take one of mine, I take one of theirs +I never break the oath to the death I swear" +I swear that's how we pledge allegiance, to the alliance +Of underworlds killers and thugs, though the science +Of a nigga still yet to be found +So light up some green, and pass it around, pass it around +[Chorus] +Now tell me what y'all smokin' +What kinda heat y'all holdin' +Well is your creep move potent? +I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns +I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon +We bi-coastin', keepin our po-ckets bulgin' +We got the plan in motion +I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns +I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon +[Outro] +Wanna get high, come smoke with me +Smoke with me, light it up +[During outro] +Damn, nigga, take this weed, I'm 'bout to go over to my bitch house, get my fuck on, nigga! Y'all niggas stay up! +[During fade] +Come here, bitch, come smoke with a nigga...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Bring the Pain (Chemical Brothers Remix)[Intro: Method Man] +Chemical, brothers +Chemical, brothers +[Verse 1: Method Man] +I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain +Let's go inside my astral plane +Find out my mental, based on instrumental +Records, hey, so I can write monumental +Methods, I'm not the King +But niggas is decaf, I stick 'em for the CREAM +Check it, just how deep can shit get +Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it +In your Cross Colour clothes, you've crossed over +Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Krossed +Who da boss? Niggas get tossed to the side +And I'm the dark side of the Forcе +Of course it's the Method, Man from thе Wu-Tang Clan +I be hectic, and comin' for the head piece, protect it +Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggas want the ruckus +Bustin' at me, bruh, now bust it +Quick on the draw with my hands on the four- +Nine-three-eleven with the rugged rhymes galore +Check it, 'cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper +Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin' 90 proof +Huh, vodka, no OJ, no straw +When you give it to me, ayy, give it to me raw +I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns +Enough to give my chest hairs a perm +I don't need no chemical blow to pull a ho +All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo' +[Bridge: Method Man] +On your left, south +On your left, south +On your left, south +On your left, southpaw, Mr. Meth +[Interlude: Booster & (Method Man)] +When I was a likle stereo (Stereo) +I listen to some Cham-pi-on (Champion) +I always wonda (wondered) +When I will be di numba one (Tical! Hahaha) +And now yuh listen to di Gorgon (Gorgon) +And a Gorgon sound a Rein +An' any jump and come tes' mi (Test me) +Mi a-go lick out dem brain +[Bridge: Method Man] +Is it real, son? +Is it real, son? +Is it real, son? +I came to bring the pain hardcore from the... +Chemical, brothers +Chemical, brothers +Chemical, brothers +Chemical, brothers +Chemical, brothers (Is it real, son?) +Chemical, brothers (Is it real, son?) +Chemical, brothers (Is it real, son?) +Chemical, brothers +[Interlude: Booster & (Method Man)] +When I was a likle stereo (Stereo) +I listen to some Cham-pi-on (Champion) +I always wonda (wondered) +When I will be di numba one (Tical! Hahaha) +And now yuh listen to di Gorgon (Gorgon) +And a Gorgon sound a Rein +An' any jump and come tes' mi (Test me) +Mi a-go lick out dem brain +[Outro: Method Man] +I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain + +Night CourtBehind door one: +There's three things: greed, fortune, and fame +Door two: +You might be happy but nobody know your name +Door three: +The bacon got you squatting naked by the razor fence +Door four: +You on the bench and got the drugs inside your favorite Tims +Cause on the road to riches, there ain't no time for getting sidetracked +Pump in the trunk if you frontin' punkin' you lie flat - +Down on the pavement +Diamond laser engraved it +Wasting all of my time and then wondering where my days went +I'm 26 but still I'm feeling like a senior +I'm only two years removed from leaning in the beamer now +Some friends ain't friends no more, I guess they jealous +Problems with baby mama constantly been like a relish to my +Neck fresh on the set live in the flesh +Rhymin the best +Yo,,Bronsolini fans see hymen and breast +Talking sushi grade +My flow is linen and the shoes are suede +The wooden cutting board is right where the prosciutto laid +That's for the first course +The core burst off and hail +We'll be in hell but nobody trying to see the cell +Tonight we living life until we say goodnight +Breathe on the mic my flow knock the knees of a knight +My time always the right time +I'm surfing getting wavy +Like Hawaiians on the pipeline, I'm never in my right mind +Zagat rated thirty foot decor +The food and service +Hey the blow is chopped up on the plate yo peace to Curtis +Never nervous cause I'm ready +Went from leaning in the German now we swerving in the Chevy +Artichokes cover spaghetti +Can't begin to fathom how I pair the words and form the sentences +Pierre Cardere described in bold print on the lenseses +One leaf, half of the dutch combat the cancer +Peace to Elton John cause in the jacket got the tiny dancer +Ready to tango +Extra clips inside the pouch just like the creature on the Kangol +Paint that precious shit like Van Gogh +Mango, that's for the lassi +I love when bitches sassy +Slutty nasty, and let me smash it in the taxi +Then I give her a german brunch +And now she turning stunts +Since 16 six times a day I'm burning blunts +I wanna live the life the twenty beamers gleaming shorty steaming rice +And then the fluff all burnt my penis shoot the semen twice in the face +Flyest of steaks, got my eyes on the papes +Rhyme butter lake you know my grading be prime on the steak +Aged to perfection, that's how I like the vino +We rolling ceelo +Throw like Marino +Cruise in the Regal +In overdrive like my libido +I'm stroking like I'm Michael Phelps into the pussy fetal +It's Bronsolino +Just light the dutch up +Leather loaf and mash the clutch up +We getting fucked up +I make the motherfucker beam a [?] up +Hellish capers and now I'm scoring more than Celtic Lakers +Kicking like Messi now we overlooking gorgeous acres +In my defense, it's like the '85 Bears +There's no jail tales +Poetry in motion like I'm Gale Sayers +Before Maguire took his first needle +Yo, we been looking fly and faucet fiends in corners in the bird fetal - +Positioning I know you hear me but not listening +We glistening I rock a jacket made for fishermen +The buccaneer for nutritional and a buck of deer +Create a hash vat and bake it off, cut a square +Ton of flair like Rick I hold the pick +And plus I smoke a stick of heavy marijuana when I pose for flick +Get off the dick because we busting now +And when we come we eating crepes, you know we order up a dozen nowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Too Young[Intro] +No Ceilings +[Chorus 1] +I walk in, I walk in, I walk in with goons +I'm parkin' Ferrari, I started like "vroom" +I'm staggerin', I'm flaggin', I'm actin' a fool +Pour up, yeah +I'm sipped out, I'm knocked out in my house all day +I pull up, I pull up, I pull up, like "ayy" +I pull up, I pull up and I fade away +That's NBA, yeah +[Verse 1] +Uh, I used to have braids but I still got the hoes, yeah +I loosen my brakes and I still got control, err +I remember the day that I got the Azure, mm +Back when them hoes was wearing Juicy Couture, yeah +Back when niggas was still wearing Velour, eh +When shit got out of hand, my hands was full, I'm +Going through some shit, yeah, but you know I ain't broke up +Just talked to Ms. Cita, she told me, "Stay focused" +I said, "Alrighty then," gotta make up my mind again +Fuck the bullshit, the fake and the counterfeit +Gotta shake it like Iverson, gotta take out my pocket lint +And make something out of it, like a scientist +Be creative and confident; no vacation, just power trips +Limo tint, limo tint 5 percent, Louie V moccasins +Treat her cat like a lioness, I’m on my Mufasa shit +Yeah, I'm saucy like pasta, bitch, I'm talking all kinda shit +Yeah, and I got that Flakka dick, them bitches be out of it +And I be OT with my bro T and Lil Hoody and Skateboard E +And that's my niggas, we fly niggas +With shotguns under both wings +We going up, pouring up +These niggas be ho-ing up +Ain't no peace, we chop off both fingers +I got that dope dick, your bitch is a dope fiend +I got the tattoos, all I need is the nose ring +Pour party at my place, more codeine than chlorine +Spraying at your head like some fucking Afro Sheen +[Chorus 2] +And I'm a Martian, I'm marching on the stars and moon +I come through in something without a roof +Staggerin', I'm flaggin', I'm reppin' Suwu +Yeah, Blood Gang +Look, I hop out, they watch how I hop out the Wraith +I spend it, I spend it, make it back next day +I pull up, I pull up, and I fade away +That's NBA, yeah +[Post-Chorus] +I’m my mama’s son +And when I started thuggin', I was young +When I started cussin', I was one +Mama put that soap on my tongue +[Outro] +And when I started hustlin', I was twelve +And then I started pumpin' like the Shell +And when I started fuckin', I was young +And when I started cuppin', I was sprung +And then I started druggin', it was fun +Fuckin' with that honey, I got stung +And when I go out clubbin', I be numb +Started out from nothin', just some crumbs +Started up from nothin', just some crumbs +And now I got a bakery, yum, yum +And now I see the fakery, now I see the snakery +All I got is two words: blum, blum +No Ceilings27EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Broke No Mo[Hook] +My niggas told me that we good +And we ain't gon' be broke no mo +We live it up like its our last +Like we can't live it up no mo +I just wanna show these Old Timers +They ain't shit no mo +I'ma turn up on whoever +I cannot go broke no mo +Broke no mo, I can't go broke no mo +Broke no mo, I can't go broke no mo +I just wanna show these Old Timers +They ain't shit no mo +I'ma turn up on whoever +I cannot go broke no mo +[Verse 1] +I can trust myself, I'm OTF +So all that other shit you screamin', keep it over there +I just want a check and 'nem before I check myself +No nigga put me in my place, I got control myself +Niggas in my face for the fame, never change +These niggas gon' make me change +Not change but change, damn +Face bone 40 rearranged, damn +Bitches say I'm hot, that I'm amazin' +Crack call, drug deal, just can't go broke +Never trust a nigga say he come from that club +Real nigga out here, how I was broke +Check a bag bitch, that's all I know +[Hook] +[Verse 2] +Tax season, niggas know that MAC squeezin' +Niggas hate when rumors 'round, then we back eatin' +You real huh? Catch a opp and kill huh? +Think I'm a stain, just chill bruh +Now he in a wheelchair +Before I hit a lick, I'ma put up for a brick +I'ma put up for this shit, know I should give it to the mix +I just got some pints, I'ma put 'em in a mix +Bust a block like its blix, put a condo on my wrist +We good, got a ball like woody +Bro tote that fully, mo money +Mo guns, mo pussy +Mo problems, mo drama +Red dot, no duckin' +Green dot, we send mo money +Picked up the car we comin' +We far from broke +Yeah! +[Hook]6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Get Mine 2005[King Just] +I'm like the phantom of the opera, last of the lobsters +The trees from the rasta, the smoke at the Oscars +Blaze at the Emmy, yo fuck the nominees +Starving artist, nigga, who spittin' rhymes like these +Please show me, youse a nigga 'pared to Kobe +Obi-Wan Kenobi, Bevery Hills, ask a foley +Fast or slowly, I leave your shirt holy +Or push a 500 like co-d, life acapulc-ky +Now ya'll niggas playing low key +Be the fake baller, and that pussy broad owe me +Rap trophy, got it, in every fucking lobby +Hit you up, my product, and we gotta split the profit +Put a record out, and I'mma stop it +West in the bank, I got it, KJ drop +Nigga cop it, I ain't got too much more to tell you +Bring ya Rambo life to Park Hill gun play +Act gay with features, and your punch lines +You want, permanent punch time from Optimus Shine +We the guidelines, promatic, calling you back +And let the world know, who taught you how to rap, you hear that? +[Money Grip] +One, two, three-in, lump out your chair +Three, five, seven, me'll leave out your hair +It's no use, call the cops nigga, know it's loose +All I'm leaving them is pulp, playing no juice +Empty out the safe, and it's condiments +Nine caught 'em til, sun light shine through 'em +Son school 'em, I order more rounds for ya +Oreo's with a little short sound for ya +Excuse you, why you steppin' to the don, for? +Gat palm, crack longer than an encore +Free and bust, try to indict, me and Crush +Cheese cops, cuz I'm in oh-deep, got +Comcast, love the way I harm tracks +Put you out there, know we got contacts +Cap peeled, tell me how that blast feel +That steel, got 'em laying in his last meal +Bezzy, vest make me look top heavy +Don't wonder on the war, you are not ready +Listen how I abuse tune, leave a body in ya backpack +It's gotta be a boom-boom +[Real Life] +Mr. John Machanro, pass the dough with a fast flow +Fidel Castro, with the lasso, roppin' you 'victs +It's portable, sick of the Source, I'm rip 'em off +From long range, scum stains on your corpse +Fear, now get in, where I fit in, stay fitted +Real Life means real living, Any Give Sunday +It's a gun day, one way +I'mma pay ya all back someday, dum dums spray +I can walk the walk, and talk the talk +Fifteen downs in the State of New York +Fucking ya whores, ya'll here suck on tour +I'll be waiting down south with a nine into your bulge +Rhymes pour, since alotta shit change in the game +I'mma re-arrange, mask style, things ain't +Gon' be the same, Homicide range +Real Life, nigga, respect my name +[Rush] +Yo, only the strong survive in this wild world of raps +Where pussy cats bunt for my rockwell raps +You can't hack this criminal style of combat +That came through, got 'em and drew on horseback +Raw hide's the way I rip guys, and then slide +Roll up and snatch yo shine, like it's mine +Yo this mine, nigga, like the thoughts from my mind +Slid your river side, like the crimson tide +You out your line of scrimmage, I'm blind to your image +Bust nuts on yo hype, all night til I'm finished +This not what we finished, I hold the world record +For knocking off eight M.C.'s in twelve seconds +You flirting with a loaded weapon, that splittling backs +Like a mack eleven, while you blastin' yo gats at heaven +I'm living like you owe me something, but really +You don't owe me nothing, I'm taking everything coming +Call me selfish, and I leave you helpless +Rotate two, and predict your pelvis +I smell shell, hit these rap niggas out there +Sniffin' in my kitchen like it's cooty in the air +You'll find nothing here but, hard rock niggas +Hard cock niggas, rob-ya-block niggas +Peel your ho niggas, steal your dough niggas +And when I blow nigga, I'm bringin' more niggasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Hurtin[Intro] +Cook that shit up, Quay +What's the chances that you'd make it from the bottom? +Let's go +[Verse 1] +Gotta beat the odds, I'm tryna blend in (Blend) +Hit that boy so many times, he made CNN +Fear of God pants, I don't fear men +Pull up in an old-school, the fifty in the rear end, big dawg +Takin' chances, gettin' packs, and tryna get 'em back +I watched the law take my bro, I'm tryna get him back +I pray to God that I don't have to get nobody whacked +Ain't gettin' into that, I try to tell 'em facts +[Chorus] +What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?) +And you really come from sleepin' out the projects +What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?) +And your two main men catch a body +[Verse 2] +I got it the worstest, I ain't have to rehearse this +Made me who I am, I'm gettin' bands, I'm breakin' curses +Trap spot do six figures, still got sheets for curtains +Excuse me as I go off, have flashbacks in my verses, I'm tellin' you +I done put my heart inside a box and tried to sell it to 'em +Beefin' with my partners, do a nigga like I never knew him +Fucked around and seen her with a nigga, I woulda never knew it +Always talkin' 'bout what I'm gon' do, but I don't ever do it, yeah +Beefin' with myself +Keep pourin' that syrup up, knowin' it don't help (No) +It's like I got money to please everybody else +They act like they with you, but I'm knowin' they don't care +They in it for self (Yeah), I got it for sale if it's rollin' (Rollin') +I got out of jail and I showed 'em (Showed 'em) +Couple bitches know they wish they would've held it down +It feel like they build me up, try to tear me down +[Chorus] +What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?) +And you really come from sleepin' out the projects +What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?) +And your two main men catch a body +[Verse 3] +I gotta stay solid +I grew up 'round dope boys, I don't need no stylist +I got grown man money, can't be actin' childish (No childish) +I've been through too much shit, barely even smile (Huh?) +Sippin' on this red, I wish bro was with me now (Now) +It was time that we'll go broke, we'll pick a play and take 'em down +Kick me when I'm down, when I get up, I'll prolly shit on you +I can't even lie, I'll prolly see 'em, I just spit on them +These pieces I got lit on me, this piece I got gon' hit on men +I ain't ever did no fraud, but I'm known for pullin' cards +Ask about me in my neighborhood, I'm known for goin' hard +I've been bustin' on that glizzy ever since I had got robbed (Bah-bah, bah-bah) +I done really beat the odds +[Chorus] +What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?) +And you really come from sleepin' out the projects +What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?) +And your two main men catch a body +What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?) +And you really come from sleepin' out the projects +What's the chances that you run you up a couple mil'? (Huh?) +And your two main men catch a body +[Outro] +I got it the worstest2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Thank You[Jae Millz] +Black and grey pink stripes suit +Marc Jacobs hard bottoms I'm fly spreading my wings like true +And my date yeah she beautiful too +She went easy on the make-up but the bitch still cute +We ease out the Rolls and proceed forward, ain't a soul I'm passing twice +Feeling like a Graduation with all of these Flashing Lights +You fuckin right a lot of Veuve Clique gon' splash tonight +You damn right a lot of wives gon’ get smashed tonight +Red carpets, cameras, I say: “Millz yikes” +Shit this must be what victory feel like +Got you niggas stuck like still-life’s +Weezy told me: ‘kid we bout to know what makin' history feel like’ +Young Money got 'em about to hurl like Garnett +I throw my hands in the air and scream: “Top of da world'' +The champs have arrived thanks for the applause +You are far too kind, now pass us our award +[Mack Maine] +Pass me that H20, I'm in the H2 +Passing all my old bitches they hollering out I hate you +New bitches that I don't know like, Mack I wanna date you +Walt Disney on Ice, every time I skate through +I got that blue flame flow, its inferno +Chlamydia type of words, they will burn you +Your flesh is what I burn through, I’m son-ing you niggas, I'm paternal +I ain't going' nowhere, like Joe Paterno +I'm still calling shots from the press box +I make you niggas cough up a lung like S. Dot +Put hot sauce on my bullets, now ya flesh hot +Glove over my shooting hand, when I feel the Tecs hot +You niggas on da bench y’all gets no P.T +Because you can't ball hard like B.D., you niggas wanna be me +When you at home you listen to my CD +And roll your eyes every time you see me +I used to bump to B.G., I got a White House that ain’t in D.C +Try Atlanta nigga, me and my brother Toon +We riding round in Phantoms nigga, and Maybachs +With wheels that cost a fortune like Pat Sajak +And we still got that Vanna White +We done made it from Hollygrove to this, nigga this a Fabulous Life +Honeycomb hideout, Young Money beehive +Let me move to the side here comes the best rapper +[Lil Wayne] +And I will not lose +I got them bitches looking at the bottom of my shoes +Call me first place Carter, I live in the lead +I’ma die with the title, and winning is vital +Women is after we get that money right now +My paper chase me it’s on my heels like some white socks +I’ma just go, cause I don’t really like stop +Pull this bitch out and shoot you once in da right spot +Y’all niggas phony, the top is so lonely +I had to tell the Devil you gone have to postpone me +Right now I’m in a race, in a race against time +Cause everybody else is like a race against mom +But momma kind a fast though, momma told me smash though +So I’m about to smash yo motherfucking ass ho +Motherfucking asshole, yeah I know this +But when you get cash out da asshole you got to be on some shit +Future billionaire, yeah I got to be on da list +Got a runway in my pants, cause all the models be on my dick +Young Money, Young Money, swallow that shit bitch +Santa Claus killer with a holiday shit list +You could check my imprint two new Tecs and a M-10 +Every bullet in him swell up like a Blimp and +I get money hoe, what the hell I look like pimping? +Bitch I’m winning, ya dig!?1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +No Face No Case[Chorus] +If the price ain't right, I might take something +Still with my niggas, yeah, we'll shake something +Better not catch an opp lackin', yeah, we'll face something +Getting to the money, yeah, straight chasing +She said she want D'USSÉ, no chaser +All these hoes be going, I won't chase none +I told that lil' bitch I want top, I want face or something +And when we aiming for the top, tryna hit your face or something +[Verse] +No case, no face or nothing +Aiming for the top, tryna hit your face with something +Fuck a bitch, I won't chase none +All this money, I be chasing something +I was fucked up, I had to make me some +Hit the block, roll up, I had to face me something +All these problems steady coming, I be facing them +All them old hoes ain't nothing, but you be chasing them +And if I know did the crime, you will never hear me crying +Bout no motherfucking time, RIP to all of mines +For my niggas, we gon' slide +We gon' pull a homicide +[Chorus] +If the price ain't right, I might take something +Still with my niggas, yeah, we'll shake something +Better not catch an opp lackin', yeah, we'll face something +Getting to the money, yeah, straight chasin' +She said she want D'USSÉ, no chaser +All these hoes be going, I won't chase none +I told that lil' bitch I want top, I want face or something +And when we aiming for the top, tryna hit your face or somethingEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Dreaming[Intro: 50 Cent (Christopher Williams)] +(Don't wake me, I'm dreaming) +This feels like a dream, yeah +(Don't wake me, I'm dreaming) haha +[Verse 1: 50 Cent] +I'm dreaming big, real big, I got big dreams +I'll kill 'em this year, I got big schemes +It's bigger than coke, it's bigger than dope +My marijuana mentality went up in smoke +I go hard, so hard there ain't nothing harder (yeeeahhh) +Poor or rich, my nigga, I hustle regardless +'Til I die and touch the sky +I'll be trying to get my piece of the pie +Shoot me or love me or hate me or leave me alone (c'mon) +The jealousy's growing 'cause I'm in the zone (yeah) +The underground king, I'm on the throne +'Cause niggas just ain't on the shit that I'm on +What I've been through shift my mental +It sounds like murder on the instrumental (yeah) +I tend to spaz, I went through cash +So fast got to get me some more +[Verse 2: Christopher Williams (50 Cent)] +If I'm dreaming then just let me sleep (man!) +Don't wake me up 'til my dream is complete +If I'm dreaming then leave me alone (feels like New Jack City, ha ha) +Turn off the lights and unplug the phone +I can't get over the fact that I'm with you (ha ha) +Now that I have you I don't know what to do +(I don't know what to do) +Girl, if I'm dreaming I'm dreaming 'bout you (that's fo' sure) +About the things that I'd like to do (wo-wo-woo!) +[Chorus: Christopher Williams (50 Cent)] +Don't wake me, I'm dreaming (don't wake me girl) +Girl, don't wake me (ha ha) +Don't wake me, I'm dreaming (this feels too good man) +Girl, I'm dreaming 'bout you +[Verse 3: Christopher Williams (50 Cent)] +If I'm dreaming then just let me sleep (let me dream man) +Don't wake me up 'til my dream is complete +If I'm dreaming just leave me alone (leave me alone) +Turn off the lights and unplug the phone +I've been waiting for such a long time (I need you, girl) +For you to say that you would be mine (come on) +Now that you're here, here by my side (yeah) +I can't control the way that I feel inside (I can't believe it) +[Chorus: Christopher Williams (50 Cent)] +Don't wake me, I'm dreaming (it feels like a dream) +Girl, don't wake me +Don't wake me, I'm dreaming (ha ha) +Girl, I'm dreaming 'bout you +[Bridge: Christopher Williams (50 Cent)] +If I'm dreaming just let me sleep (don't wake me up) +Don't wake me up 'til my dream is complete (come on, baby, I'm) +If I'm dreaming just leave me alone (leave me alone) +Turn off the lights and unplug the phone +[Verse 4: Unknown Rapper (50 Cent)] +Don't wake me up 'cause Clean Cut's dreaming (yeah) +In a deep sleep my mind keeps scheming (come on) +I heard she had a man, I said ''so what?'' +She be looking sweeter than a honey (?) donut +And I wanna taste her, straight, no chaser +We can do this now if not then maybe later (uh huh) +Front to back, in fact I keep her screaming +For you I'm fiending, girl, you got me dreaming +(This year make me wan' do the wop, man) +[Bridge: Christopher Williams (50 Cent)] +If I'm dreaming about you, let's make this dream come true +(You can make it come true) +If I'm dreaming about you, let's make this dream of love come true (AOWW!) +[Chorus: Christopher Williams (50 Cent)] +Don't wake me, I'm dreaming (ha ha) +Girl, don't wake me (you should love me, man) +Don't wake me, I'm dreaming +Girl, I'm dreaming 'bout you (come on) +[Outro: Christopher Williams (50 Cent)] +If I'm dreaming then just let me sleep +Don't wake me up 'till my dream is complete ('til my dream's complete) +If I'm dreaming then leave me alone (leave me alone) +Turn off the lights and unplug the phone +If I'm dreaming then just let me sleep (it was not me, man) +Don't wake me up 'till my dream is complete +(It was the educated brother from the bank.. oh my God!) +This dream is just, just you and me (I'm dreaming) +Come here, babyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Intro 1[KRS-One] +Yo what up +Its the blast master KRS-One +And I'm chilling in Brooklyn +Now we come down right now to let you know +That MC Lyte is not to be fucked with +This album will bring nothing but the lyrical terrorism and hardcore beats +So come down MC Lyte +Because you alone run the dancehall (?) + +Respect Power[Intro: Raekwon] +What's up Big Chris? +Goin to the store to get the papers. *echoes* +Got ya, a little love on this one here +Huh! *laughs* Word on. Word on +[Hook 1: Raekwon] +Commerical rap niggas get they domes smacked outta +We tired of these earthlings acting like they cowards +When you fuck up, we gettin down for ours +Coast 5 million niggas, sky 'em like twin towers +[Raekwon] +Hennessey, dick kisser +Slang lord, verbal pain commissioner +Light fire to names, dame sizzler +Multi, 40 karat bow tie +N.Y. national league of big guys with stolen 5's +Albums cloud him, phantom of the opera style +With loud phones, system, 100 thousand watts in em +Rock rocks, delight exchange like stocks +Bars made like Comstock, dead man's Glock +Holdin name down, spit a 100 in change now +Range spin out, damn check The Weather Channel +Throw the Gilligan on, just strain now, smack lames down +Fuckin with checks, throw the ringer on and blink out +Link out, how the fuck this money come up short? +What? You sniffed a half a quart? +Dart designer, emblem blow, seat recliner, rewind +Black caught an old timer, gold miner +Spread love to golden glove, foamed up +Blood, hibernatin with snubs, never rock Lugz +Chill, run tracks like Harriette Tub' +Bugs, spit cum all in ya girlfriend's mug +Motion picture novel, Donna giones' third brother +What? Bout to buy estate floodin with clubs +Wrapper around me, what's in my lap could seem astoundin +Broke, but with no hands gone, sleep but soundly +It's cold water, rotti tried to drown me +You and ya boys surround me +Meet the sleeper, static-free Downy +Slang, wildin up, the nigga found me +Sick gowns, rock a sick gown, 4-5th brown +Ready to pop shit now +The Earth spinnin like a windmill +Workin ya swords, get ya link down +Hit down, cavalry ain't shit now +Valerie, number one asian, ancient from the pink cows +Now we know how the fuck you think now +Take off a nugget ring and think how +Bullet tank out +[Hook 2: Raekwon] +Commerical rap niggas get they domes smacked outta +We tired of these earthlings acting like they cowards +When you fuck up, we gettin down for ours +Coast 5 million niggas, sky like twin towers +Cowards, you gonna learn to respect power +We burn by the hour, one burst the remmy got us +[Raekwon] +Crank shit, Shawshank Redemption scholar +Roll up, based on dollars, baseball hat, big collar +Chill, watch everybody crowd us, we bout it bouters +Rockwilders, rockin swim towelers +Burst the 45 power, skate across the Isenhower +Kangol, 50 iguana, nugget trimmed, ice down iguana +Split it in half, holdin my anaconda +Black Marizana, true Don daughter, hide-out +Stashed in Ghana, guns about the size of ya mama, select drama +Trauma rap, birds fall asleep, Ghana +Caeser czar, come out ya rap par' +Fiddle with y'all car +[Hook 2] +[Outro: Raekwon] +Once burst the remmy out us... +Once burst the remmy out us... + +Throw Some D’s (Remix)Remy Ma spitting that +Niggas wanna get in that +Wanna know who hittin that +And I ain't really feeling that +Throw Some Ds on that +I gets low with my fitted cap +(Throw Some D's on it) +Lets go little kitty kat +Lips glossed, hair wrapped half blonde half black +Pretty Remy, ass fat +Tell me where the cash at ? +I be eating caviar you be eating snack wraps +I got all the hot songs you be having wack raps +That's ya man? I'm a Mac +When I'm done you'll get him back +Not right now tho he just bought my Cadillac +I ain't talking Mickey D's +But I got a Big Mac and I'm doing drive thrus just got a Cadillac +What you think of that +Every inmate prolly got a pic of Rem on they wall +Tell your chick to stop answering the phone when I call +This for my gangstas, hustlers, wankstas, bustas +Wait a minute mf... + +Senor Guapo[Intro] +Tell her got bankroll +I tell her got bankroll +I tell her got bankroll +I tell her got bankroll +[Chorus] +Got so much money, I'm a flexer +Need me some money, so I'ma finesse ya +One hunnit hondo, nigga catch up +Now ya bitch want me, get ya checks up +Got so much money, I'm a flexer +Need me some money, so I'ma finesse ya +One hunnit hondo, nigga catch up +Now ya bitch want me, get ya checks up +[Verse 1] +I'm getting money, not a stressor +If ya bitch on me, I'ma F her +Put her on my squad, they gone stretch her +Nigga ain't stupid, If he try test us +Cuz we got them uzi's, or them techs uh +We got extendos, bruh you get wet up +We got them things now that'll stretch ya +We don't do body, aim at yo neck up +Count money photos, that's a no no +Cause if you owe bro you catch this 4-4 +Count money photos, that's a no no +Cause if you owe bro you catch this 4-4 +[Chorus] +Got so much money, I'm a flexer +Need me some money, so I'ma finesse ya +One hunnit hondo, nigga catch up +Now ya bitch want me, get ya checks up +Got so much money, I'm a flexer +Need me some money, so I'ma finesse ya +One hunnit hondo, nigga catch up +Now ya bitch want me, get ya checks up +[Verse 2] +Paper don't fold now, got bankroll now +Rock yellow gold now, that shit old now +Platinum my Rollie, need like four now +Making me millions, that's my goal now +Say you ain't know me, why you jaw me +Running through hit hoes, that don't owe me +Say you ain't know me, why you jaw me +Running through hit hoes, that don't owe me +[Chorus] +Got so much money, I'm a flexer +Need me some money, so I'ma finesse ya +One hunnit hondo, nigga catch up +Now ya bitch want me, get ya checks up +Got so much money, I'm a flexer +Need me some money, so I'ma finesse ya +One hunnit hondo, nigga catch up +Now ya bitch want me, get ya checks up14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Piano Trap[Part I] +[Intro] +I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud +I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud +I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud (Yeah) +I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud +[Verse] +Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now +All I can see is the purplest clouds +Oh my God, I'm gettin' virtual now +I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown +Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now +I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns +They 'bout to give me a personal foul +I'ma thank God for my existence +I'ma thank God for my charisma +I'ma thank God that I'm in the business +And I'ma thank God I'm not in the system +I'ma thank God for the pots that I pissed in +I'ma thank God for the times I done risked it +I'ma thank God for workin' out the logistics +I'ma thank God that I'm not a statistic +All of my jewelry is fuckin' ridiculous +I cannot really be seriously serious +All of my goons take everything serious +Run in the building and kill your superiors +Killin' the staff and kill the affiliates +Smokin' this gas just like it's some helium +I see y'all ass all in my peripheral +Hop in that, hop in that like an amphibian +She workin' that ass continuous +I'm workin' my plans, ingenuous +I'm talkin' 'bout mags and millions +Mags and millions, man, ask Eminem +I got a monogamous smile +I do not know how I do how +I give all to my daughters, no doubt +It's been all about now until now +I've been keepin' it quiet but loud +I've been keepin' it private but proud +I've been treatin' the fire like flowers +I've been keepin' it silent but "Pow" +And she 'bout to twerk on the ground +Oh my God, she gettin' personal now +Oh my God, I'm 'bout to skirt on her blouse +Oh my God, she 'bout to slurp up a child (Yeah) +She 'bout to twerk on the ground +Oh my God, she gettin' personal now +Oh my God, she threw her shirt in the crowd +Oh my God, she 'bout to surf in the crowd +Pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud +Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now +Call up my phone and my service was down +Sorry, I ain't been on Earth in a while +Pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud +Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now +Call up my phone and my service was down +Sorry, I ain't been on Earth in a while +I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown +Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now +I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns +They 'bout to give me a personal foul, damn +[Part II] +[Intro] +Ayy, tell you what you should do, son +[Verse] +Uh, let's get personal, Percocet got me vertical +Them Uzis get so surgical, shooters, they shoot like Türkoğlu +We murder you, then bury you, dig a hole and throw dirt at you +You disappear like abracadabra, magic like 32 +It is my time, and when it is, you on timeout +I'm on Cloud 9 and, nigga, you just on iCloud +I'm an icon, I shine and burn your eyes out +You on the sideline, my side bitch got a side bitch +Gotta sip slow 'case I die quick, I'm alive, bitch +Born piss poor, I'ma die rich full of my shit +Bust up in your house on some mob shit, leave no hostage +Leave you lookin' like January 2nd, July 5th +Y'all are all witnesses to my battles, I shall fight +Been through a whole lotta bullshit, still smell nice +Poverty to penitentiary straight to paradise +Took a few L's without 'em, I couldn't spell 'Life' +Airtight, vagina tight and it better smell right +Banana clip dick, banana up in her tailpipe +Big fish, nigga, killer whale, kill a bitch nigga +I'ma snap and send a pic, nigga, flick-flick, nigga +Tunechi, I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud +Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now +All I could see is the purplest clouds +Oh my God, we gettin' virtual now +I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown +Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now +I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns +They 'bout to give me a personal foul5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Path of Destruction[Verse 1] +He was raised in a house, where he got scarce attention +Twisted, yet methodical mind, not to mention +Circus like atmosphere, story book upbringing +Neighborhood full of married couples who loved swinging +Preacher lived life, he spent it in the spotlight +A teacher was his wife who was stabbed and shot twice +They attended a church, where they both were active +And a little bit of rope, he gave others attracted +He rule with the iron hand, if the meal wasn't hot enough +Then he'll swing the frying pan +Heavy as the hammer of Thor +You know he suffer from the consequences +Of broken vowels and law +A convicted felon for armed robbery +At the time where he had sank into deep poverty +Forsaken by his mother and father, Christ achieving the talent +He attended the sheet on the path of destruction +[Interlude: sample (GZA)] +And these prisons held yesterdays juvenile delinquents +Convicts who entered crime, even before they entered puberty (on the path of +Destruction) +They remember how old I was when I first got in trouble +Me? Around nine, nah, six, seven +[Verse 2] +He ended up on the block with kid scooters and ice cream +But in and out of foster homes, until he was 19 +Stealing for food and didn't do for enjoyment +At the time of lay off, shut down and unemployment +He moved into a new world, to seek his fortune +And suited himself to the times with extortions +A hustle that was ruled by men and murder +He earned enough for his daily bread and wanted to move further +He knew no good, could come from such a sin +Had issues as a kid, so he held it all within +And he pursued the game so hotly, on a path of destruction +Even though the road was rocky +Very caught up in his own drive for dominance +And to know that he would pay in the end was common sense +Some say he had a long deserved death +And then he felt relieved when they were told he left +[Interlude: sample (GZA)] +These young civilians move to an assault and battery +Plus, mortal techniques, breaking and entering, burglary +Purse snatching (on the path of destruction) +Shoplifting, hand graffiti, crash and stolen property +Possessing and distribution of narcotics +Illegal possession of weapon, assaulting a police officer +Larceny (on the path of destruction) + +Sights and Silencers[Intro: The-Dream] +Ear Drummers +Think that's it, ayy +I think that's it +You see the light +Mike Will Made-It +You see the light +Yeah +That's it +[Chorus: The-Dream] +Beautiful soul +I'm surprised there's a body that could hold you +Lotus +I'm tryna talk her down, I need to focus +I'm flawless +You knew it in your heart, you are controlless +Just focus +On me +[Post-Chorus: The-Dream] +This love is dangerous +It should be locked away +Sights and silencers +You are the end of days +This kind of love is gon' tear up the world +This kind of love is gon' tear up the world +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +Beautiful lover (Yeah) +I'm surprised there's a God that can judge you, yeah (I'm surprised there's a God that can judge, yeah) +Pink lotus (Yeah) +I've been tryna pluck you better than the roses, yeah (Than the roses, yeah) +Girl, I'm reloaded (I'm reloaded) +You know it in your heart, we are explosive (We are explosive) +She said, "Baby, just unload it" (Yeah) +On me, yeah +[Chorus: Lil Wayne & The-Dream] +This love is dangerous (This love is dangerous), yeah, yeah, yeah +It should be locked away (It should be locked away, should be locked away, should be locked away), yeah, yeah +Sights and silencers (Sights and silencers), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +You are the end of days +And this kind of love is gon' tear up the world, yeah, yeah (Oh, oh, tear up the world, oh) +Tear up the world (Oh), yeah, this kind of love (Oh, oh) +Tear up the world +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, this kind of love is gon' tear up the world (Oh) +Tear up the world +This kind of love3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Drop Out[Intro] +D-D-Diablo +Harverd Dropout, bitch +Ooh, yeah +[Chorus] +Ooh +Dropped out, then I got rich (Yeah) +Dropped out, then I put a Patek on my wrist, ooh (Brrr) +Dropped out for my teacher 'cause she ain't shit (Huh) +Dropped out, spent a half a million on my whip (Yeah, ooh) +Dropped out, and I ain't never had a job (Wow) +Dropped out, knew I was gonna be a star (Yeah) +Dropped out, used to go to Harvard off a bar (Damn) +Dropped out, now I'm richer than your mom (Huh) +Dropped out, then I got rich (Ooh ooh) +Dropped out, then I got rich (Yeah) +Dropped out, then I got rich (Brrr, ooh) +Dropped out, then I got rich (Yeah) +Dropped out, then I put a Patek on my wrist (Huh) +Dropped out for my teacher 'cause she ain't shit (Yeah) +Dropped out, spent a half a million on my whip (Wow) +Dropped out, spent a half a million on my whip (Brrr) +[Verse] +Dropped out as a tenth grader (Yeah) +Why chase a bitch when I got paper? (Why) +Hit it from the back, 'til I broke the table (Brrr) +Still free agent, I just left the label (Yeah) +CEO, do what I say so +If not, I'ma cut his payroll (Huh) +Lunch lady give me dirty Faygo +Still riding dirty even if my case closed +Used to hotbox the bathroom at school (Brrr) +Go high every day, number one rule (Yeah) +Used to walk, now I got a drop top (Huh) +Stop talking to me, I don't fuck with you (Nope) +Bought a bust down 'fore I learned how to write (Wow) +I ain't learn shit, but I'm flooded with ice (Ice) +Teacher mad at me, 'cause she knew I was right (Yeah) +I been poppin' pills, sippin' drank all night +[Chorus] +Ooh +Dropped out, then I got rich (Yeah) +Dropped out, then I put a Patek on my wrist (Brrr) +Dropped out for my teacher 'cause she ain't shit (Huh) +Dropped out, spent a half a million on my whip (Yeah, ooh) +Dropped out, and I ain't never had a job (Wow) +Dropped out, knew I was gonna be a star (Yeah) +Dropped out, used to go to Harvard off a bar (Damn) +Dropped out, now I'm richer than your mom (Huh) +Dropped out, then I got rich (Ooh ooh) +Dropped out, then I got rich (Yeah) +Dropped out, then I got rich (Brrr, ooh) +Dropped out, then I got rich (Yeah) +Dropped out, then I put a Patek on my wrist (Huh) +Dropped out for my teacher 'cause she ain't shit (Yeah) +Dropped out, spent a half a million on my whip (Wow) +Dropped out, spent a half a million on my whip (Brrr) +[Outro] +By the way kids, stay in school2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +All I Need[Chorus: Method Man & Streetlife] +You're all that I need, I'll be there for you +If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real with you +Loving your whole steez, it be in there boo +On top of that you got the good power-U +[Verse 1: Method Man] +Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me +For real girl, it's me in your world, believe me +Nothing make a man feel better than a woman +Queen with a crown that be down for whatever +There are few things that's forever, my lady +We can make war or make babies +Back when I was nothing, you made a brother feel like he was something +That's why I'm with you to this day boo no fronting +Even when the skies were gray +You would rub me on my back and say, "Baby, it'll be okay" +Now that's real to a brother like me, baby +Never ever give my pussy away +And keep it tight, aight +And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live +In a fat-ass crib with thousands of kids +Word life, you don't need a ring to be my wife +Just be there for me and I'ma make sure we +Be living in the fucking lap of luxury +I'm realizing that you didn't have to fuck with me +But you did, now I'm going all out, kid +And I got mad love to give, you my nigga +[Chorus] +You're all that I need, I'll be there for you +If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real with you +Loving your whole steez, it be in there boo +On top of that you got the good power-U +You're all that I need, I'll be there for you +If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real with you +Loving your whole steez, it be in there boo +On top of that you got the good power-U +[Verse 2: Method Man] +I got a Love Jones for your body and your skin tone +Five minutes alone I'm already on the bone +Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own +No need to shop around you got the good shit at home +Even if I'm locked up North you in the world +Rocking three-fourths of cloth +Never showing your stuff off, boo +It be true me for you that's how it is +I can be your Knower, you can be my Wiz +Then I can be your Sun, you can be my Earth +Resurrect the God through birth +Best believe +[Chorus] +You're all that I need, I'll be there for you +If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real with you +Loving your whole steez, it be in there boo +On top of that you got the good power-U +You're all that I need, I'll be there for you +If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real with you +Loving your whole steez, it be in there boo +On top of that you got the good power-U + +Got to Find a Way[Intro: Cappadonna] +Knowledge is the knoalition, also too respect +Knowledge is the foundation of all things in existence +Such as the sun is the foundation of the solar system +And the Asiatic black man is the foundation of his family +[Hook 3X: Cappadonna] +It's nice to be important but it's even more important to be nice +"Got to find a way" -] some kids +[Cappadonna] +That's my word, check one, check two +Donna makes one sacrifice, what? +Started to change when the days got strange +No more hand-to-hand, strictly campaigns +It's all economics, hard times and trick-knowledgy +Champagne, caviar, psychology +Practice to be me, strivin for equality +Buildin, I believe the children like Whitney and Walt Disney +"Got to find a way" -] some kids +Uh, uh, it's like that y'all and you don't quit +Shit that make you fall in love with it +Chorus 2X +[Cappadonna] +In the Days of Our Lives we could all feel the pain +When all of this children trapped in the game +Playin hookie from school, just ain't the same +When the guns get bigger, I worry 'bout the kids +The knucklehead ones with the elevator, bid +Trapped in America, it's hard to escape +The Projects, life is like the Planet of the Apes +When all of these kids be buggin wild off the tapes +It's your mindstate shorty, tellin you to be late +Do your homework kid, keep your mind out the dirt +You're only eighteen and you don't know who you hurt +I love you like a little brother, here's a razor +Carry that wise son, treasure what I gave ya +Chorus 2X +[Cappadonna] +Long time no so, long time suffer +As the days get tougher, rougher on Don +I wanted help but first let me help myself +Have a care of my family, black libarian lady +Run right beside me, no public assistance +Long distance, I touch man, woman and child +Diet and stretch, architect with the finesse +Chain heat, brain stained with the horror +I'm a father of two, Wu Killa Bee lethal +I worked hard for mine, intwined up inside +Energy junkie, fertilize this twice, enough spice +I teach Lo, say no to drugs, say yes to more money +I'm a Transformer when your days get sunny +I'm your number one performer, pray for the all time great +Take a toast if you love Ghost, I'll be there +Beware, take caution, often I've seen these streets are gettin mean +Less rest, put the whole world to a test +Try to survive, archive five, strangle with lies +Last days of the hive, it's the Second Coming +I'm a secretary of Wu, official article post up +More dictionaries, read heavy notes, both coasts come together +Never be blind, protect all of mankind +Chorus 4X +"Got to find a way" -] some kids (to fade)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +I’m Surrounded[Intro: Necro] +Yo, it's Necro, you’re father ILL BILL album coming soon +You better cop it or you get deaded +[Verse 1: ILL BILL] +I'm surrounded by hatred and lust, angels in dusk +Cocaine and sluts, dangerous thugs +Blaze you with guns, lace you with drugs +Murderous cyborgs disguised as blind me with guide dogs +Design war, final call, homicidal core +Torture chambers and rape rooms +The same goons, drinking grey goose and grape juice +What's really good or bad, it’s relative +Never been begun neutral +But if you fuck with my family I shoot you, I'm too crude +My apologies, got me bugging, committing armed robberies +Most likely to probably die violently +Who the fuck are you stupid, I carry two clips +One to murder you, the other to shoot pigs +We're like Miami Beach on New Years Eve +Blindly singing rush rush, give me yayo hanging with the gypsy kings +I spit these stings, make a business man spit phlegm +Kicking these raps or kick you in the face with Timbs +Full up on your desk, 4000 square foot office supplies +Fought to survive, torture your mind +Car chase, two cop cars survived +Hundred bill park way, I'm rhyming for the cop killer to die +Nothing sacred any more, take your last breath +What I am, what I want, I 'm only after death, I'm obsessed +If superheroes were real, they'd be evil +So all board to Tel Aviv, take the shit over and never leave +America's dream, bleed like an elephant fiend +Heavy Metal heroin scene, forever intrigued +Caught you with your guard down and your pistols up +Hit you with the 4 pound and you spit some blood +Faggot! +[Outro: Necro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Miss U[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. (Lil Cease)] +Fam, you know what I'm sayin? (No doubt, man) +The motherfuckin shit just get me so motherfuckin' mad +‘Cause, you know, that was my nigga, you know +And like, I had just got the nigga Puff card and shit (yeah) +I knew the shit was 'bout to go down +And my man was like hyping me +'Bout everywhere we go, me and O (pluggin' it) +Me and O be together, and the nigga be like +"Watch, I'm telling you when my man get on, it's gonna be some shit, we ain't gonna have to sell this shit no mo' +I'm telling you" (aight?) +And the nigga just got moked out like that, man (tch) +That shit fucked me up, man +(That shit fucked a whole lot of niggas up, man) +Yo, man, I loved that nigga O too (say word) +That was my motherfuckin' heart +[Interlude: The Notorious B.I.G.] +Yeah, dedicating this to my nigga O +We miss you, nigga +Going out to all the young niggas that died in the struggle +Word up, shit is real in the field +You know, sparkin' blunts to all you niggas; word up +[Bridge: 112] +Each and every day +Daydreams of how we used to be +See your family +And that baby's lookin' just like you +Why'd you go away? +I've been missin' you lately +Tell me what you're going through, oh yeah +[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] +Uhh, uhh +I remember sellin' three bricks of straight flour +Got my man a beat down to the third power +He didn't care, spent the money in a half hour +Got some fishscale, reigned on competition like a shower +Got the coke cooked up, a crackhead Kevin +In '88, when Kane ruled with "Half Steppin'" +A .38, a lot of mouth was our only weapon +We was kings 'til the D's crept in +And now I'm missin' him +[Chorus: 112] +Ooh, I'm missin' you (I'm missin' you) +Tell me why the road turns, why it turns +Ooh, I'm missin' you (missin' you) +Nah nah nah nah nah +Oh tell me why why why why +[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] +Uhh, we work all week, weekends we play the movies +We rocked flattops, our girls rocked doobies +Made a killin', even though the D's knew me +Eventually, you know they try to do me +Fuck it! Fed up, my nigga wanted to take it down South +Sick of cops coming, sick of throwing jacks in his mouth +Gave him half my paper, told 'em "Go that route!" +Few months, he got his brain blown out, now I'm stressed +His baby's mother, she trippin', blamin' me +And his older brothers understand the game it be +Kinda topsy-turvy; you win some, you lose some +Damn, they lost a brother, they mother lost a son +Fuck, why my nigga couldn't stay in N.Y.? +I'm a thug, but I swear for three days I cried +I, look in the sky and ask God why +Can't look his baby girls in the eye +Damn, I'm missin' him +[Chorus: 112] +Ooh, I'm missin' you (I'm missin' you) +Tell me why the road turns, why it turns +(Tell me, tell me why) +Ooh, I'm missin' you (I'm missin' you) +Nah nah nah nah nah +Oh tell me why why +(Tell me, tell me why) why why +[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] +There was this girl around the way that made cats drool +Her name's Drew, played fools out they money in pool +People swore we was fuckin', but we was just cool +She used to hang while I slang my joints after school +She'd watch my bomb, help my moms with the groceries +My little sister, the girl was kinda close to me +A little closer than the average girl's supposed to be +Far from a lover, my girl was jealous of her +Then she started messin' with some major players +Handled keys, niggas called them the Bricklayers +A dread kid, had a baby 'fore that bitch Taya +Found out her baby's father cheating +Now Drew, she gotta slay her +One night, across from the corner store +Taya ran around the block with a chrome four-four +Squeezed all six shots in the passenger door +The dude lived – what my baby had to die for? +I'm missin' her +[Chorus: 112] +Ooh, I'm missin' you (I'm missin' you) +Tell me why the road turns, why it turns +(Tell me, tell me why, ooh) +Ooh, I'm missin' you (I'm missin' you) +Nah nah nah nah nah +Oh tell me why why why why (oh God tell me why) +Ooh, I'm missin' you (tell me, tell me why) +Tell me why the road turns, why it turns (ooh ooh) +Ooh, I'm missin' you (missin' you) +Nah nah nah nah nah +Oh tell me why why why why +Ooh, I'm missin' you +Tell me why the road turns, why it turns +Ooh, I'm missin' youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +It’s Me[Intro] +Fucking wax man +What is this doing to us? +[Verse] +Heading towards a magical path +Rhyming over African jazz +Put the drug inside the crack of my ass +Do a squat then it falls out +Set it off, tell my whore, "Wear the mall out +Cop whatever, put it on the mastercard +Come home so I can fuck you really fast and hard" +(Yo who the fuck you with?) Oh, I'm with that bastard Jon +In the Porsche and the seats are made of mastodon +He had an accident and now he got a plastic arm +Got paid, got his mom a nail salon +Got laid, he can choose 'em from a catalogue +Russian, Taiwanese, whatever +They say I'm looking Siamese in leather +Little red devil on the dresser +Writing red pencil on the letter +Thin slices of the cheddar +Fold it up make my life better +We had the lunch at Osteria Morini +I had the calf's brain +Half glass of Cabernet on the PATH train +New year they still love me for my past fame +Like a soccer player call me by my last name +A young Zinedine Zidane +In Flushing Meadow Park drinking hennessy with mom +You might catch me out in Tennessee with wine +Won't even dine unless the ice sculpture centerpiece a swan +[Outro] +Fly away +Shit, won't even dine +Unless the ice sculpture centerpiece a swan +[Phil Mickleson Enbrel commercial]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Broken Apple (Bonus Track of Hegelian Dialectic)[Verse 1] +Money is worthless real power is people +Real strength is in the street where everybody's equal +I'd rather have a hundred thousand strong supporters of the movement +Down for the cause +This life is amazing your life is dull +If you think a big bank make you successful +Just look at all the colors the ecosystem +The plants and the wildlife is built with intelligence +Just listen fuck just look at yourself +You can't fathom your own operating system +[Chorus] +Fuck a Macbook I take a real book any day +And fuck your automation give me a human being +I mean fuck just look at ourselves +We the masses of the Earth and nature is real wealth in abundance +Give thanks to all +The fact that you breathing you should be in awe +[Verse 2] +We the bricks at bottom of the governments pyramids +A Ponzi scheme, we being con'd my friend +That's all adorable your so naive +Its just a metaphor you really looking for some puppet strings +Base cadets can't assimilate fact from theory +Common core education direct from Satan +You see the inmates in prison just the ones that got caught +Just imagine all the other shit freely going on +I just shake my head I need THC +My computer just crashed and deleted everything I just did +[Chorus] +Fuck a Macbook I take a real book any day +And fuck your automation give me a human being +I mean fuck just look at ourselves +We the masses of the Earth and nature is real wealth in abundance +Give thanks to all +The fact that you breathing you should be in aweEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Nas Is Like[Produced by DJ Premier] +[Intro] +(Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; +Nas is like; Nas is like; Nas is like) +Umm, Premo, Nas +Yeah, yeah, yo +(Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; Nas is; +Nas is like) +[Verse 1] +Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's being born +Same time a man is murdered—the beginning and end +As far as rap go, it's only natural I explain +My plateau and also what defines my name +First it was Nasty, but times have changed +Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my sign's for pain +I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame +Saw fiends shoot up and do lines of cocaine +Saw my close friends shot, flatline, am I sane? +That depends, carry MAC-10s to practice my aim +On rooftops, tape CD covers to trees +Line the barrel up with your weak picture then squeeze +Street scriptures for lost souls in the crossroads +To the corner thugs hustling for cars that cost dough +To the big dogs living large, taking it light +Pushing big toys, getting nice, enjoying your life +It's what you make it, suicide, few try to take it +Belt tied around their neck in jail cells naked +Heaven and Hell, rap legend, presence is felt +And of course, N-A-S are the letters that spell (Nas, Nas, Nas) +[Chorus] +Nas is like; life or death; I'm a rebel +My poetry's deep, I never fell +Nas is like; half-man, half-amazing (Uh) +No doubt +Nas is like; life or death; I'm a rebel (Uh, uh) +My poetry's deep, I never fell +Nas is like; half-man, half-amazing (Uh) +No doubt (Uh) +[Verse 2] +(Nas is like) Earth, Wind & Fire, rims and tires +Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest driver +Planets in orbit, line 'em up with the stars +Tarot cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas +(Nas is like) Iron Mike, messiah type +Before the Christ, after the death, the last one left +Let my cash invest in stock +Came a long way from blasting TECs on blocks +Went from Seiko to Rolex, owning acres +From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough +Dimes giving fellatio, siete zeros +Bet my 9 spit for the pesos +But what's it all worth? Can't take it with you under this earth +Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked +They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid +Before my number's called, history's made +Some'll fall, but I rise, thug or die +Making choices that determine my future under the sky +To rob, steal or kill, I'm wondering why +It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame? +Much success to you, even if you wish me the opposite +Sooner or later, we'll all see who the prophet is +[Chorus] +Nas is like; life or death; I'm a rebel +My poetry's deep, I never fell +Nas is like; half-man, half-amazing (C'mon) +No doubt +Nas is like; life or death; I'm a rebel +My poetry's deep, I never fell +Nas is like; half-man, half-amazing +No doubt (Uh) +[Verse 3] +(Nas is like) Sex to a nympho, but nothing sweet +I'm like beef, busting heat through your windows +I'm like a street sweeper, green leaf breather +Like Greeks in Egypt, learning something deep from they teachers +I'm like crime, like your 9, your man you would die for +Always got you, I’m like Pac, dude you would cry for +I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp money +Corporate accounts from a rich company +I'm like ecstasy for ladies +I'm like all races combined in one man, like the '99 Summer Jam +Bulletproof Hummer man +I'm like being locked down around new faces and none of 'em fam +I'm the feeling of a millionaire spending a hundred grand +I'm a poor man's dream, a thug poet +Live it and I write down and I watch it blow up +Y'all know what I'm like, y'all play it in ya system every night, now +[Chorus] +Nas is like; life or death; I'm a rebel +My poetry's deep, I never fell +Nas is like; half-man, half-amazing +No doubt +Nas is like; life or death; I'm a rebel +My poetry's deep, I never fell +Nas is like; half-man, half-amazing +No doubt (Uh); Nas is likeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +IDGAF (Studio Session Remix)[Verse 1: Lil Peep] +Call me on my phone, I don't pick it up +I ain't never home, I been fuckin' up +I don't even know, if I give a fuck about anything +I don't give a fuck +Call me on my phone, I don't pick it up +I been on my own, baby I been fuckin' up +I don't even know, if I give a fuck about anything +I don't give a fuck about anything +[Bridge: Lil Peep] +Ride 'til the wheels fall off and my heart stop +I can't feel my face but I won't stop +Can't stop, girl you know I can't stop, won't stop +Can't stop, girl you know it don't stop +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Fuck me when the beat drop +Baby, fuck me 'til my heart stop +Yeah, yuh +Fuck me when the beat drop +Baby, fuck me 'til my heart stop ('Til my heart stop) +Bleeding out my laptop +Blood leaking out my laptop +Bleeding out my laptop +Blood leaking out my laptop +Fuck me 'til my heart stop +[Verse 2: Juice WRLD] +Sippin' till my heart stop and my jaw lock +I just made her jaw drop from a backshot +Leave mе when the time's right +Cocainе make her white lie +Lately I've been in my feelings listening to white wine +Sad souls with some cash flow +Never gave a fuck about the past (Oh) +Never gave a fuck about her past hoes, I'm past those +Damn +Sippin' till my heart stop and my jaw lock +Smoking till my eyes roll back, yeah I'm fucked up +They think that they know us, they don't know us +So what 50K a show I'm finna show up +Sippin' till my heart stop and my jaw lock +I just made her jaw drop from a backshot +Sleeping on her timeline, sippin' too much +Hella downfalls, hella downfalls (yeah) +Consumed in the plug, (yeah) +She made me fall in love (yeah) +Not no ordinary drug, you can live on through me +Keep going strong through me +Music of misery, fucking me up mentally +Is that where I'm meant to be? +I've been feeling no love, I need more love +More drugs, need a new plug +I can't stop myself from going down this road +I need a jacket, I ain't know it was this cold (was this cold) +[Bridge: Lil Peep] +Ride 'til the wheels fall off and my heart stop +I can't feel my face but I won't stop +Can't stop, girl you know I can't stop, won't stop +Can't stop, girl you know it don't stop +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Fuck me when the beat drop +Baby, fuck me 'til my heart stop +Yeah, yuh +Fuck me when the beat drop +Baby, fuck me 'til my heart stop ('Til my heart stop) +Bleeding out my laptop +Blood leaking out my laptop +Bleeding out my laptop +Blood leaking out my laptop +Fuck me 'til my heart stop (Yeah, ayy)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Finesse the Pack[Intro Lil Pump & Lil Filth] +Skrt skrt +Ayy, man, young nigga came from the trap, man (Gang) +You already know how we comin' bro (Gang, gang) +(Brra, brra, brra) +Ayy, man you already know I run up on the plug, nigga +And take all that nigga's shit man (Ayy, fuck that nigga, man, fuck that nigga) +Finesse, that's how we coming +Fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga, you already know how we comin'! +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Ayy, I just finessed the pack, ayy (Skrt, skrt, skrt) +Ayy, I just finessed the pack (Yeah, yeah) +Ayy, I just finessed the pack (Ooh, ooh) +Ayy, I just finessed the pack (Uh, ayy yeah, yeah) +Bitch I just finessed the pack (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) +Bitch, you already know where I'm at (Let's get it where I'm at yeah) +Bitch, I'm posted in that trap (In that trap, yeah, yeah) +Bitch, you already know that I finessed the pack (Esskeetit) +[Verse 1: Lil Pump & Lil Filth] +I've been flexing and finessing (And finessin') +Yeah 30's on me always Smith & Wesson (Smith & Wesson, ayy) +I just popped a Xanny and I thinks it's blessing (Goddamn, goddamn) +God told me "Lil Pump, yeah, you a blessing" (Oh my God) +Bitch gon' top me, she gon' suck me up +30 on me it's gon' bust, bitch gon' come and suck my nut (Esskeetit) +30 on me, know what's up (Ooh) +Truey down to my socks (Yeah) +Bitch you already know I got guap (Ayy, ayy, ayy) +30 on me and the mop (Boom boom) +[Verse 2: Lil Filth] +Ayy, yeah, yeah +Got them Xannys in my sock (It's in my sock) +Got yo bitch on my cock +And she gonna get that guap, ayy, yeah +And I'm pulling out that guap (Skrt skrt) +And yo nigga gonna get popped, have him leaking need a mop, ayy, yeah +And I just finessed the pack (Finesse that pack, ayy, yeah) +And I just finessed that pack (Finessed that pack, yeah, yeah) +And I just finessed that pack (Ayy, yeah) +And I just finessed that pack (Ooh, damn) +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Ayy, I just finessed the pack, ayy (Skrt, skrt) +Ayy, I just finessed the pack (Yeah, yeah) +Ayy, I just finessed the pack (Ooh, ooh) +Ayy, I just finessed the pack (Uh, ayy yeah, yeah) +Bitch I just finessed the pack (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) +Bitch, you already know where I'm at (Let's get it where I'm at yeah) +Bitch, I'm posted in that trap (In that trap, yeah, yeah) +Bitch, you already know that I finessed the pack (Esskeetit)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Way of Life[Intro: Mannie Fresh] +Look right here, this how we gon do this +Hook up the turn tables, whoof get on the keyboard +And we gon run this for you, ya heard? +Yeah, check it out +[Female] +Cash Money... +Cash Money... +Cash Money... +Cash Money... +[Lil Wayne] +Ay, let me slide in the Benz with the fished-out fins +Hit the mall wit my girlfriends, dish out ends +Cause you know it ain't trickin if you got it +Copped baby girl what she desired +It's chump change ma, marijuana scholar +Know'n what I got up in my styrofoam cup - that purple stuff +It was given to me at birth to stunt +So that's why I cop the Bentley with the leather and the furry cups +[Baby] +Hey, hold on mami them whips on dubs +Cadillac Truck, 28's, no rubs +Slide in the Benz, fins, bubble-eyed lens +Car show in New York, y'all know who wins +It's the Birdman daddy, with the Gucci Prada +Slant back Cup Truck, no rims - can't holla +It's that Louie Fendi on Ostrich streets +It's the tailor-made daddy, mami do you love me? +[Hook: TQ] +Baby, I'm a stunna +I ain't gon change it +Don't.. you.. know.. it's a way of life? +Mami, do you want it? +Cause I'm about to bring it +Oh baby, can't stop the stun, no, no +[Baby] +Pop one, pop two with the new Nike shoes +Royal blue jag on 'em 22's +Slippers, white to breate, 500 Degreez +In that Cadillac Truck on 'em 23's +I'm the boss of the game with the money and fame +All these, naked women that pop champagne +And these, marble floors stay high as Rick James +If you know my name then you know my game +[Lil Wayne] +It's lil whoadie from the hot block with serious flow +Gotta get dough, cha'll won't feel me broke +But, y'all don't hear me though +Til I'm rolling down my window where my grill is show +And you know I probably pump it through the hood on them 24's +Word, rims poking out the side of the err +Glock, have ya ribs poking out the side of your shirt +I'm a 17 nigga and I ride through the turf +[Hook: TQ] +Baby, I'm a stunna +I ain't gon change it +Don't.. you.. know.. it's a way of life? +Mami, do you want it? +Cause I'm about to bring it +Oh baby, can't stop the stun, no, no +[Lil Wayne] +Hey, and my pinky glow cause my rings is so... +Blingy blingy, yo stop blinking though +We smoke stinky stinky dro +And we don't cop them incy wincy o's +And we don't stop, nah, we blow +Fuck the pee-ple +Everywhere we go we smell like ick yo +Birdman, my Paw so that make me go.. fly like an eagle, fasheezy +[Baby] +See they think cause I stay English turn +That stunna don't ever OZ to burn +I go in each over and ball like a dog +Me and my niggs ball like a dog +Cars on my streets, all on the lawn +Ice in my teeth, all on my arm +Tats in my face, my back and my arm +[Lil Wayne] +Tats in my face, my back and my arm +[Hook: TQ] +Baby, I'm a stunna +I ain't gon change it +Don't.. you.. know.. it's a way of life? +Mami, do you want it? +Cause I'm about to bring it +Oh baby, can't stop the stun, no, no +[Outro: Mannie Fresh] +Yo, there it is, ya lil' low life +See, I'm a Bro-fessional - you a rookie +Fuck, a game so serious I could sell a hooker some pussy +That's some serious shit +Oh yeah, believe that +Who we rollin wit? +We rollin wit Cash Money +Oh, I forgot about peace - Peace! +I mean.. piece of pussy, piece of land, piece of property +Just a mind game +Piece of mind, ya know +Piece of something, motherfucker!3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +The Message[Produced by Trackmasters] +[Verse 1] +Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto +Your luck low, I didn't know 'til I was drunk though +You freak niggas played out, get fucked and ate out +Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out +96 ways I made out, Montana way +The Good F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray +Dipped attache, jump out the Range, empty out the ashtray +A glass of 'Zé make a man Cassius Clay +Red dot plots, murder schemes +32 shotguns, regulate with my dunns +17 rocks gleam from one ring +They let me let y'all niggas know one thing +There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King +The highlights of livin', Vegas-style, roll dice in linen +Antera spinnin' on millenniums +20 G bets I'm winnin' 'em, threats I'm sendin' 'em +Lex with TV sets the minimum, ill sex adrenaline +Party with villains, a case of Demi-Sec +To chase the Henny, wet any clique with the semi TEC +Who want it? Diamonds I flaunt it +Chickenheads flock I lace 'em, fried broiled with basil taste 'em +Crack the legs way out of formation +It's horizontal how I have 'em fuckin' me in the Benz wagon +Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon? +Grab your gun, it's on though +Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in broad daylight +With the broke MAC that won't spray right +Don't give a fuck who they hit as long as the drama's lit +Yo, overnight thugs bug ‘cause they ain't promised shit +Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha shit +[Refrain] +I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death +I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' +I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death +I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' +I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death +I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' +I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death +I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' +[Verse 2] +I peeped you frontin' +I was in the Jeep sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpin' +Across the street you was wildin' +Talkin' about how you ran the Island in '89 +Layin' up, playin' the yard with crazy shine +I cocked the baby 9, that nigga grave be mine +Clanked him—what was he thinkin'? +On my corner when it's pay-me time +Dug 'em, you owe me, cousin +Somethin' told me "Plug him!" +So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got numb +Spun around and shot one +Heard shots and dropped, son, caught a hot one +Somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come +Then they came askin' me my name +What the fuck? I got stitched up, it went through +Left the hospital that same night, what +Got my gat back, time to backtrack +I had the drop so how the fuck I get clapped? +Black was in the Jeep watchin' +All he seen speed by was a brown Datsun +And yo, nobody in my hood got one +That clown nigga's through, blazin' at his crew daily +The Bridge touched me up severely, hear me? +So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours +Be lightin' Ls, sippin' Coors on all floors in project halls +Contemplatin' war niggas I was cool with before +We used to score together uptown coppin' the raw +But, uh—a thug changes and love changes +And best friends become strangers (Word up) +[Refrain 2] +Y'a–Y'all know my steelo +Ther–Ther–Ther–Ther–Ther–There ain't an army that could strike back +Y'a–Y'all know my steelo +Ther–Ther–Ther–Ther–There ain't an army that could strike back +Y'a–Y'all know my steelo +Ther–Ther–Ther–There ain't an army that could strike back +Y'a–Y'all know my steelo +There ain't an army that could strike back +[Outro: Nas & (AZ)] +Thug niggas, yo, to them thug niggas +Gettin' it on in the world, you know? +To them niggas that's locked down +Doin' they thing, survivin', ya know'm sayin'? +To my thorough niggas, New York and worldwide +Yo, to the Queensbridge Militia +9-6 shit, The Firm clique +Illmatic, nigga, It Was Written though +It's been a long time comin' +Y'all fake niggas, tryin' to copy +Better come with the real though, fake-ass niggas, yo +(They throw us slugs, we throwin' them back, what) +Bring the shit, man! Live, man! +(Fuck that son, word up) 9-6 shitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Desert StormYo this Nas niggas whuttup? +QB Album coming, niggas ill Will, Bravehearts +My nigga DJ Clue - put this shit on these niggas +Desert Storm baby 2000! +A Drug dealers dream - flip his last Ki, get out the game +Cause entertainment money now is off the chain +I put blunts in niggas caskets, lost in the game +I learned about pain, bodies burnt in drug game +But I'm never gon' die, I never heard of death +Energy could never be destroyed, only the flesh +So when you niggas try to murder me with bullets to my head +This is why you can't kill me niggas I'm already dead, BRING IT! +I'm busting, bodies fall in the cemetery +Black blood raining on the street +All you niggas, buried y'all! +Niggas just came home, fresh out the state greens +Five time felon, thinking he jelling in Queens +It's pitiful - what a bid could do, especially federal +Y'all young thugs wilding, see prison +Got a bed for you waiting, I clapped that Satan +But thought I was dreaming +I woke up masturbating in the bed with demons +I cried with every bit of strength of my small body +This is the life I chose, under God I'm tiny +Hard to find me, I popped up, lock shot-up +You can't B.I., see I'm eternal, not luck +You get shot-up, boxed-up next for the grave +Your flow is one dimensional, your level is 2nd grade +You on top - WHAT? +Copying fuck, I said it first, you repeated +Your false crown covered in dirt - defeated +Y'all niggas all hail, the King is dead +He running like a bitch with his tail between his legs +Still-matic, still eye 4 an eye, wannabe God +You're just the next rapper to die, fucking with NasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +On That Sht Again[Intro: RZA] +The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous +The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, yo +Champagne nights on the corner mad heavy +Around the time when I was beefing with Wizzy +Starks, State, and Claybourne drawers +Dickin' bitches down, they man come through +Damn near kissed the ground +Jumping out of big shit with Benetton pajamas on +Line my soldiers up, strategize, then I move my pawns +Should've been Italian how I'm getting that parmesan +Talkin' bout the ones you keep putting those commas on +And I'ma keep hope alive +'Cause mad lil' niggas look up to me outside +Breaking dawn blunted, yums in they mouth +I drop a jewel, they see the C-ciphers then bounce +Peace God, you see Rae, yo, tell 'em I said +I was in the East, a nigga died, but cut off his dreads +I'll be back around 6PM +Juma prayers around 1 o'clock +Plus I gotta pick up these gems +'Cause it's going down tonight at the Garden +Mary and Maxwell, Drew Hill, I'm supposed to be starring +You know how I do, son +Nugget stones with the blue ones +And coming with me is a few guns +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +I think he's on that shit again +Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em +You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in +Bet against me? +You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in +I think he's on that shit again +Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em +You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in +Bet against me? +You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in +[Verse 2: RZA] +Telekinesis, simple instrumental thesis +I could hop on a track, relax, then remain speechless +Peep this, I closed down the Kith store for thousand dollar sneakers +Bought a dozen pair with 'em, shared 'em with his cousin +Wu-Tang slang boomerang back like Reggie Hudlin +From New York City to Philly to Los Angeles +The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous +You can't outthink the RZA, nigga, I'll make your brain shrink +My lyrics are vitamins, I go from A to zinc +And yeah, I got that iron just in case the emcee think +He can take it to the streets, then watch his ass become extinct +Like a Tyrannosaurus Rex +I turn your fuckin' face to Jonah Hex +[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] +Ayy, yo, last night my sugar was five hundred +That Log Cabin syrup on them flapjacks took it to sky hundred +That's thirteen units of insulin +Brought it back down now everything is official in like Michelin +Counting bread like Maserati Rick out in Michigan +And all my old girlfriends is jumping on my dick again +[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] +I think he's on that shit again +Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em +You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in +Bet against me? +You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in +I think he's on that shit again +Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em +You gamble on rap, yo, my bid is in +Bet against me? +You own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up inEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Get Up[Intro] +Man I finna do my thang (get up!) +It's crazy in the club when I'm in there mayne (get up!) +Trust me homie I'm not playin' (get up!) +I have the dance floor off the chain, I said (get up!) +I came to bring you that California love +And a little New York hate, it's all of the above +I'm not playin', I said I'm off the chain +You niggas better follow instructions, I said (get up!) +[Verse 1] +I ball ‘til I fall, stunt 'til I drop +'Em off the showroom floor, not the used car lot +You buy a bottle, I buy the bar +I make every other week feel like Mardi Gras +When I get into it, I get into it +Everybody can’t do it the way I do it +I make it rain, till the sun come out +A nigga playin', we make the guns come out +Now, my question is who they gon' blame +When I'm back number one on the Billboard again? +Shit shift now, the game done changed +Since Mike made Thriller and Prince made Purple Rain +I guess I made the kids want slang +And N.W.A. made the West Coast bang +Nah, it's just music man, it's just music +Now get your ass on the dance floor and move it +[Hook] +I have the savoir-faire +I’m the reason, everybody, here, I said (get up!) +I make it hot, I make it hot in here +Your feet hurtin'? I really don't care, I said (get up!) +I wanna see, I, I wanna see ya move +And get all into the groove, I say (get up!) +I'm gettin' money man, I really don't care +Let me see you put your ass in the air, I said (get up!) +[Verse 2] +Yeah, lady, you look good, I wanna get to know you better +You look good in them jeans and them red stilettos +You got a Bentley Coupe booty baby, I wanna drive +See it'll tell you what your mileage is when I'm inside +I wanna take you for a spin, you know, round and round +Switch gears till' your love comes down +I take you to the point of no return if you listen you learn +Just how a nigga earn, I got money to burn +While they can't get a place, she drop the bomb on me +It's up and down and up and down gracefully +Rick James would've said She a Brick House +But Fifty you should go home and see what that bitch bout +I find out she like it how I like it, huh +Back it up, get ya some, I know how to get ya sprung +Tune ya up and use the tongue, under the hood is so good +She said it so good, goddamn I'm so hood, nigga what up? +[Hook] +I have the savoir-faire +I’m the reason, everybody, here, I said (get up!) +I make it hot, I make it hot in here +Your feet hurtin'? I really don't care, I said (get up!) +I wanna see, I, I wanna see ya move +And get all into the groove, I say (get up!) +I'm gettin' money man, I really don't care +Let me see you put your ass in the air, I said (get up!) +[Outro] +And get into it +You're now rockin' with the Unit, I say (get up!) +And get into it +We gon' show you just how we do it, I said (get up!) +Aftermath +Still Shady Aftermath, I said (get up!) +Aftermath +Still Shady AftermathEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +The Pilot - Intro[News Report: Thotti Gotti] +Last season on The Meth Lab, police raided Junkyard where rapper Method Man was supposed to be found +[Interlude] +"You got three seconds to come out with your hands up!" +"This my own private domicile and I will not be harassed, mother fucker!" +[News Report: Thotti Gotti] +Today, NYPD detectives were dispatched to the P-L-O in Park Hill where rapper Method Man was allegedly sighted +Co-defendants were questioned but to no avail +No one's cooperating with authorities +[Interlude] +"Where is he?" +"I don’t know" +"Where is he?" +"I don't fuckin' know" +"Do you want to go to jail?" +"Do you want to go to jail?" +[News Report: Thotti Gotti] +Wu-Tang support groups deny all accusations against rapper Method Man +They state, "Wu-Tang is for the children" +However, authorities say rapper, Method Man, still has a connection with the bag stamped ’bang zoom' +Viral videos of Method Man and his Meth Lab associates have hit the web, they don't seem worked +And now for our featured presentation + +It’s a Thin Line Between Love and Hate[Verse 1: The Revelations] +It’s a Thin Line Between Love and Hate +It’s a Thin Line Between Love and Hate +It's five o'clock in the morning and I'm just getting in +I knock on the door and a voice sweet and low says +(Who is it) She opens up the door and lets me in (let me in) +Never once did she say where have you been? +She said, (are you hungry), are you hungry honey, (did you eat) +Yeahhh, let me hang up your coat +The woman says, pass me your hat +And all the while she's smiling +Never raises her voice +It's five o'clock in the morning and I don't give it a second thought +It’s a Thin Line Between Love and Hate +Don't think you can keep breaking your woman's heart +It’s a Thin Line Between Love and Hate +And you should sit back and enjoy it +(It’s a Thin Line), Yes it is, yes it is, (Between Love and Hate) +She gonna fool you one day +The sweetest woman in the world, can be the meanest woman in the world +(If you like her that way) +You keep hurting her, she keep being quiet +She might be holding something inside, she gonna hurt you one day +Now I'm laying in the hospital, bandaged from feet to head +In a state of shock, just that much from being dead +I didn't think my woman can do something like this to me +I didn't think the girl had the nerve +Here I am, I guess actions speak louder than words +It’s a Thin Line Between Love and Hate +Don't keep thinking you can keep treating your woman bad +It’s a Thin Line Between Love and Hate +She won't ever get mad +(It’s a Thin Line), Yes it is, yes it is, (Between Love and Hate) +She's gonna fool you one day +(It’s a Thin), It's a line thin, (Line Between Love and Hate), between love and hate +It’s a Thin Line Between Love and Hate +She's gonna fool you one day +(It’s a Thin Line), Yes it is, (Between Love and Hate) +[Outro] +*Sounds of loading bullets into a gun +[Voice of 2 men] +Hey Tone! +Whats the deal? +They wanna play? +Let's get these motherfuckers! + +The Show[Intro: sample] +"Wanna see the world, ain't scared to do it +Even if, your shocked by it +Me and you, lost when you do it +By myself, better off bein' you" +[Intro: Method Man] +Smoke cess nigga, smokin' that A.K +Northern lights, yeah.. stick 'em! +Uh, ahhh, baby, you know it like a poet, baby doll +Yeah, yeah, crooked letter in, uh uh, S.I., better +Known as the crooked letter I +Come on! Self Service +[Method Man] +Y'all know me since '93, now let that weed burn +Back in this bitch, class dismissed, it's the return +Of the super sperm, game over, lose a turn +Takes a germ to kill a germ, when will y'all killas learn +Your only as good as your last hit +Soon as you put them automatics on safety that's it +I calm them bastards, I call them ratchets +Till you blasted, the outcome, ashes to ashes +We make classic, huh, bring you a rougher sound +You either up or down, don't get that ass kicked +Ya'll niggas fuck around, y'all only tough around +The crowds, scared to bust a round, don't get that ass kicked +What part of the game is this? +I came to break bread, evidently y'all killas came to bitch, nigga +So, whose the whipped nigga, don't even trip, nigga +Some say they pull trigga, I think they bullshitter +I just begun to fight, if mommy like daddy talk +Then daddy might get him some tonight +Give me, my limelight, give me, my five mics +Give me, some weed and a light to get my mind right +Is he, the illest M.C., to ever play the tough city +To find out it'll cost you bout a buck fifty +Across your face swiftly, my after taste shitty +Whose built by New Yitty, whose milked like two titties +And I ain't even got to say my name +I got this duck wit her legs up like, "say my name, trick" +You think it's all a game, like pussy all the same +I'm speakin' toilet slang, not seakin' hall of fame +It's raw, sushi, stain in your drawers, dooky +Quarter a Lucy, quarter more for a groupie +That like to pop snoopy, think she gon' pop coochie +Just cuz you got Gucci, don't mean you not hoochie +Girl, I tell it like a T-I-N +Ain't no other kids eatin' till I feed my kids +Trick, oh, you ain't crushin', sister, I can't do nothin' wit you +My money's celebate, honey, and we ain't fuckin' wit you +I do it for the nookie, some say I'm too pushy +Only thing better than pussy, that's some new pussy +There that go, looky, it's gettin' ugly even +With niggas so broke, they couldn't spend a lovely evening +[Outro: Method Man] +Yeah, that's it +Yeah, Method Man has just left the muthafuckin' building + +The Chairman’s Intent[Intro] +Yeah (You don't even know me) +Yeah, yeah, ah (You don't even know me) +Ah-ha (You don't even know me) +It's me, yeah (You don't even know me) +[Verse 1] +Yo, these sixteen bars cost sixteen cars +Kiss these balls, bitch, we stars +Fuck that shit, you ain't hot like Prince +You got a little shine, but not like this +Time crumbles when the jet black M5 rumbles +All from what I did last summer? +But motherfuckers forget, till I'm back up on the set +And every motherfucking jump shot wet +Same outfit every day like a cartoon (That's me!) +Uh, they'll never find you in a shark soup (Nope) +And there will never be a part two +Shit, you're looking at some motherfucking art, boo +[Verse 2] +Two pumps from the inhaler got me feeling like Lawrence Taylor +Two kisses on the cheek for my tailor (Mwah!) +I got the soul of an Amazon healer +Better be sure to put them cameras on (Please) +Turn dreams into real shit +Yeah, I might be sick +Sitting court side, I'm likely lit +Draw blood, I'm already made (Uh) +But little man will cut your face like wedding cake (Aaah!) +[Chorus] +You don't even know me +You don't even know me +You don't even know me +You don't even know me +[Bridge] +Switchin' lanes on these bitches like (Whoop!) +Switchin' lanes on these bitches like (Whoop!) +Watch the fifth wheel fall +From this top floor view, I can see it all +Yeah, man +From this top floor view, I can see it all +I can see it all, uh +[Verse 3] +I started clapping when the chef brought the duck to the table (Phenomenal!) +Uh, that shit was shining like an angel (Whoo!) +I never trust a dude named Angel (Nah) +Long steel 4/5s turn him to an angel +The sky opened up and down came me +Young AB, floatin' in a Jag from the '80s (Uh) +Tanned like I just left Haiti (Uh) +Looking like I had mad plastic surgery (Aaah! Damn) +They turned Bam Bam Chinese +And that's fine by me (True) +Shit, I need some time to realign my chi (So?) +So bitch, please pass that bombazee +Before I get upset +[Chorus] +You don't even know me +You don't even know me +You don't even know me +You don't even know meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +9To5[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I cannot work me no nine to five +I ran up them racks for a living +Try me, it's gon' be a homicide +Everybody gotta get it +I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride +When it's time to slide they ain't with it +I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride +When it's time to slide they ain't with it +I cannot work me no nine to five +I ran up them racks for a living +Try me, it's gon' be a homicide +Everybody gotta get it +I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride +When it's time to slide they ain't with it +I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride +When it's time to slide they ain't with it +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +My lil one just caught him a homi, I gave his lawyer a hundred +We used to grind every summer, we used to peel us a hundred +Now we can do what we wanna +I might go cop me a Hummer, I don't know nothin' but money, but I'ma keep me a burner +Had the block hot as a sauna, in the middle of the winter +I took them trips to go get it +I used to serve out a rental, all of my niggas they with it +Me and my niggas gon' get it, I had to make a decision +Fuck with these bitches or get to these riches +You know me, I went and ran up them digits +Used to be wishing, that shit turned to winning +Damn that shit crazy, it's just the beginning +Hopped out the Hellcat, the clip was extended +4 Pockets Full and I know it look temptin' +Nigga try me I'ma shoot 'til it's empty +The money I made it, I guess it's just in me +They don't really wanna go to war with us +I'ma spend all of my money on bullets +I'ma make them press the issue the fullest +Came out the jungle, it made me a gorilla +I'm gon' be one of the realest +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I cannot work me no nine to five +I ran up them racks for a living +Try me, it's gon' be a homicide +Everybody gotta get it +I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride +When it's time to slide they ain't with it +I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride +When it's time to slide they ain't with it +I cannot work me no nine to five +I ran up them racks for a living +Try me, it's gon' be a homicide +Everybody gotta get it +I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride +When it's time to slide they ain't with it +I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride +When it's time to slide they ain't with it +[Verse 2: Skull-E] +I cannot work me no nine to five, no +That's just some shit I can't do +Lil Baby what it do? +Ayy yo, took the birds up out the coupe +Fuck these bitches by the two, that's just the way that we do it +Everything we do exclusive, we just not talkin' the music +Dot on your head like a Buddhist, ayy yeah +You cannot stop with us and the beat, that's why these pussy niggas hatin' on me +Pop a perc and fuck that bitch back to sleep +Never trust these hoes 'cause these bitches freaks +We the new wave, fuck up the beach +I'm the ruler, nigga don't mention me +And you niggas snitching, I don't fuck with police +And we politicking, handle beef in the street +No one said it would be easy, ayy yo +I thought you would ride for me, how could you mislead me? +Now we goin' up when niggas throw up plummet +I remember nights when I ain't had nothin' +Benihana plate all in my stomach +I just left the mall, I spent me a hundred +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I cannot work me no nine to five +I ran up them racks for a living +Try me, it's gon' be a homicide +Everybody gotta get it +I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride +When it's time to slide they ain't with it +I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride +When it's time to slide they ain't with it +I cannot work me no nine to five +I ran up them racks for a living +Try me, it's gon' be a homicide +Everybody gotta get it +I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride +When it's time to slide they ain't with it +I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride +When it's time to slide they ain't with itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Goner[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +This gonna be one of them shits right here, boy +Yeah baby, let's do it +[Ghostface Killah] +Oh shit, look at miss thing, you done grew into a stallion +Girl, and still don't got no ring? +Back then, you was alot younger, now you older +Broke my heart, on what you had in the stroller +On the low, that could of been me, Huggie down +Fly and handsome, talk about little Starksky +With little Barkley's, little car seat +Two years later, here comes little Sharneese +I'm saying, are you involved, what's up with you? +And where homeboy at? Oh word, ya'll through? +Eff him, you know how I do, when I come through +Shut the whole block down like I got something to prove +But umm, besides the lane, you look the same +Still blowing beauty marks, sitting under your bang +Ankle bracelets, that Donna Kay shit +I saw one rope for your throat, yo, it cost about 8 chips +Hoodrats, they be wearing that fake shit +Like her, she wear the same bag, like it ain't shit +Pardon me, excuse my French +Just read my lips, girl, everything's me +[Hook 2X: Lloyd] +He's a goner, hey, you just say the word +Baby girl, I'm on that, hey, anything you need +Anything you want, want, hey, hey +Cuz he don't know I gotcha +Anything you need, I gotcha +Ooh, baby girl, I gotcha +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, look around, everybody sipping on Rosette +All in our business, they wanna be nosey +He's with her, gonna be all in the streets, like a Jeep, tomorrow +Don't worry, let's breeze the bar +And in case I ain't tell you, those jeans is hard +And those is the snitches, mean mugging, can't fight +Run into the po-lice, fuck them niggas +I pull out, like a tooth, when the back is rotten +Finish 'em off, like your menstrual, after you spotting +Ghost can't complain, 5'6", swinging those hips +And my miss got me wanting to sing +Walking down the street, watching ladies +I got by watching you, watching you +I want you, like if I ain't got nothing to do +[Hook 2X] +[Lloyd] +Somebody better call the cops +Cuz if that thing cock back, it's gon' pop +Once me stop moving, it ain't gon' stop +Whatever that girl wants, you know she got shopping +Somebody better check the swag +We rack up and never check the tags +We just stuffed it all in the bag +Oh, you mad? Well, too bad +[Hook 2X] + +Whatever[Intro: Streetlife, sample] +I thi- I think of sometime +I thi- I think of sometime see him +Killa... blast on 'em, never sometime +Yo.. +[Verse 1: Streetlife] +I got the drop on you, don't flinch +Pop niggas like John Lynch +Leave niggas in they own stench +I'm a light drinker, heavy smoker +Known for duckin' show promoters +Pass the money over +My whole crew is ex-cons, be alarmed +When you hear the *err-urrrrr*, it's on +Silverback niggas under the stairs +When we link up, we travel in pairs +Y'all niggas best to beware of the most thoroughest +Cover all aspects, four corners +You can't creep up on us +I'm takin' one for the team, deal me in +And when the smoke clears, do it again +This ain't a side show, you can die slow +There's no I in team, we all ride, yo! +The Masta brought the ceremony +This is my testament, homicide Housing +That's what I represent +[Verse 2: Prodigal Sunn] +Criminal gunplay, chemicals rain on P.J.'s +Last raid, another fed paid, bed rum: Sunday +The world dyin' for the love of money +Expensive chains, intensive pain from that cocaine +Condition the brain, children in strain, as I look back +Memory lane, civil and plain, it be in fame +A major part of the game, chemistry grain +Foolish kids ran when I came +Forty acres, five percent of terrain +Spark right through my vein tunnel +Aim through this jungle of rain +A lot of haters wanna see us hang +But watch me bang as in Eagle/Crane +Step back, shatter your frame +Another victim in the system where he barely sustained +Forkin' in, I sold a million way, his first campaign +Sippin' rosemary cherry champagne, nigga +The young and the dangerous, water on the wrist, ice cryst' +Talk with a lisp, then I be top of your list +[Hook: Streetlife] +We all in this together, forever and ever +Down for whatever, whenever, yeah, yeah +We all in this together, forever and ever +Down for whatever, whenever +[Verse 3: Masta Killa] +Check the Words from the Genius, that was written in pen +Murder gloves, hide the fingerprint, but never the sin +Ghetto prophet that's born to quote +Got the crimies, behind me, with the face on scope +Don't provoke, trust son, that thing bust, and we roll dangerous +Who can handle us, when we rush the clubs on thrust +Yo, don't miss the lead vocalist, terrorist +Wu-Tang, a pure danger, the God hold a fort +Teach law, universal, beatdown, my stomping ground +We hold courts in the streets of New York +Snort the gun powder, eyes stay red like fire +Cut the mic wire, hit a love ballad note +Pen stroke, beautiful quote, for you to deep throat +Ghetto life had to rough up in the housing +They only make 'em like us, every twenty five thousand +[Hook: Streetlife] +We all in this together, forever and ever +Down for whatever, whenever, yeah, yeah +We all in this together, forever and ever +Down for whatever, wheneverEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Juicy (clean version) - only some verses1 Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers +That told me I'd never amount to nothin' +To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' +In front of that called the police on me when I was just tryin' +To make some money to feed my daughter +To all my peoples in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? +8 It's all good baby, baby, check it +9 It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine +Salt 'n' Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine +Hangin' pictures on my wall +Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl +13 Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha +You never thought that hip hop would take it this far +Now I'm in the limelight cause I rhyme tight +Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade +17 Born sinner, the opposite of a winner +Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner +Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri +Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky +21 Now honies play me close like butter played toast +From the Mississippi down to the East Coast +Condos in Queens, indo for weeks +Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak +25 Livin' life without fear +Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ear +Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool +Considered a fool cause I dropped out of high school +Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood +30 We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us +No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us +Birthdays was the worst days +Now we sip champagne when we thirsty +34Damn right I like the life I live +Cause I went from negative to positive +And it's all, it's all good +EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Black Jesus[Interlude Dialogue] +[Raekwon] +Burn something kid +[Popa Wu] +Yeah, youknowwhatImsaying, let me tell you something man +Through the man's mind, God +He see his elevation, God +See through his mind, he see his elevation, God +See this where he begin to know that where he come from +See some people don't have no direction, God +Because they don't know the science of they self +See the signs of life is the signs of you +All the elements that it took to create you +Everything that's in the universe, God +That's created the universe, God, is just within you +You see what I'm sayin? +And that's the mind that you can't see +Don't you know if a man could take and flip himself inside out, God +He'll fall out and die if he sees the shit that goes on...inside? +[Ghostface] +So you mean to tell me I'm the creator of all this right here? +[Popa Wu] +You the creator of all this +Because all these things must happen, it must take place +See people go back in the day, God +They say: one man, one woman, Adam and Eve, there ain't no such thing +Everything you see always has been and always will what be +Regardless the womb or what, it's got to be +[Intro: Raekwon] +Hit me, hit me, hit me, I don't wanna hear nothin +Word Up +Got to pay +Yeah, it's like that right? +Blow his back out, make his shoes worth +[Verse 1: Raekwon] +A-yo, this shit be off the noggin rock it +Whatever cock block it +Cat get blown, who own this street corner +Foreigner hesitate to rock a Hummer +Navy Seal top runner, rhyme this summer +For real, marinating nigga's skating +Debating waiting style flowingly relating +Fine line switch it on ya, like venetian blinds +The mission is mine, fabulous king I divine +Titanium Hydro collide though +Yo dun dun polly this conjunction, son one +Slang doctor, medicated kids pay it +Say it, these niggas in affect dun, stay rap related +Cassette rhymer, 5-G consigner, line for liner +Poet designer, sharp like Linus +Mic of the year award, fly gear award +Them niggas over there be analyzing with one sword +Get bent, pay the rent, plus still we invent +Nuff shit to get your whole team crazily sent +Now all I need is a half gallon of weed +Proceed, to bust this mic dick and make three seeds +Then max out like two Ac's inside the parking lot +Son bark a lot and get his team hit in the dark a lot +What now blow, clicking like a calico +Gold, Maximillion, one love keep it real yo +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, hit me for these Tommy Hill, ice-rocking niggas +Peace, this summer's mines, I blow the biggest +Back up off me, while I grab my dick and hold the Heini +Park the Blue 600, Wally kings is right behind me +Tackle clubs, never rock Lugz, I'm way above +These mics is like the Golden Gloves verses spark plug +Its like the pennant, seminar's the play-off +Start the J off like Cochran got OJ off +This specialist who eyeballed your mistress necklace +Perpetuous, this curly-head kid's treacherous +Let go the eggo, so we can dip dip dive like Lego +Throw on can-can, eat that plus this instrumental +Ah shit say Stark-ologist +Starks-ologist, fried fish halibut +Pull out the bull horn, let's celebrate like Kunta was born +We elbowed our way inside Loud and got on +I played the building, burn a branch and get filled in +Like Pilgrims G-in' Pepridge farms from out of millions +Who wanna rhyme, who wanna challenge the swordmans +That rock that fisherman hat like Gorton's +[Verse 3: U-God] +I hold down the place, no shots to the face +Elite Special force no religious style faith +The melting pot boil gun shot drama soil +Gamble when I scramble handle hot pots of oil +Manhandle pain killing erect my hidden +Streets made me potent put your 9-6 bid in +Vampire curse disperse on each verse +Swim in black water, axe slaughter through my earth +You're hit by my element Great Wall of China +Mountain peak holds the globe like vagina +Measure on my mic stand, molecule and strand +Finger rolling rhythm ride the horse one hand +Golden Eye, Spy vs. Spy, guilty of suspicion +Chess boxer, mic in dead body position +40 oz. Ciga-art, three verse invention +Divine universal black man representing +Similar to pure, rhyme blowing out the pore +Battery in the back, keep me charged for the raw +I'm bred type thorough, pistolero gun hero +Renaissance rebel chatter-boxing your barrel +Fully woven Beethoven, hit you on a humble +Hard enough to hurt you, chastise my rap styles +Lock down, for this curfew + +Public Housing[Intro] +For real like +I'm saying they count us out at the right time +You know what I'm saying +That gave us motivation to tuck and gotta do what we do +You know what I'm saying I got the city on my back you know +[Chorus] +I came from public houses to a mansion +I lost my family I was feelin' stranded +I seen my son he a throw a tantrum +Call a couple bitches cause I had no manners +I asked Allah can he give me guidance +Full of anger I was in out my mind and +I know this music is my soul passion +Last week I spent fifty thousand on my fashion +[Verse 1] +On red carpet feelin' like Alladin +Got a bitch from Tokyo I like her accent +Julio Jones ballin' on 'em, Madden +On top enjoy my risin' +Smokin' woods like I'm in a cabin +Goin' broke I cannot imagine +No way, how you blastin' if you plastic +Imma turn wit da cheque get my momma a new crib +I ain't talking Kodak Black Imma get a new crib +I just paid for my side bitch to get a titties filled +And she tried to suck me up for them new Fendi heels +I been in it for a long time need some new deals +I been in 4gs it for a long time need some new wheels +Percocet with the Xanax, need some new pills +Traded in that new Hellcat to see a coup wheel +Turn up +[Chorus] +I came from public houses to a mansion +I lost my family I was feelin' stranded +I seen my son he a throw a tantrum +Call a couple bitches cause I had no manners +I asked Allah can he give me guidance +Full of anger I was in out my mind and +I know this music is my soul passion +Last week I spent fifty thousand on my fashion +[Verse 2] +I'm with Zoey on the jet skis +Can’t wife no hoes, on Nuski +Two cars Imma switch keys +Fuck the old heads they miss lead +Only the family stand for family +I lost my blood that's insanity +Shout out Tory cuz he signed to me +I'm wit a boss bitch count them gs +Count my cheese up +Got a passport she got a Visa +It's perfect picture Mona Lisa +They didn't believe us +Hope they never need us +While the police try to discriminate us +And I got these diamonds just to please my haters +Gotta get this money gotta chase that paper +While these niggas try to assassinate us +I got a Glock and it came with lasers +[Chorus] +I came from public houses to a mansion +I lost my family I was feelin' stranded +I seen my son he a throw a tantrum +Call a couple bitches cause I had no manners +I asked Allah can he give me guidance +Full of anger I was in out my mind and +I know this music is my soul passion +Last week I spent fifty thousand on my fashion2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Better Get ’Em*[Intro] +Ain't nobody like you in this bitch +Woo! Fuck them other niggas +Carter V! Fuck them other niggas +Ain't nobody else like you, ain't nobody else like you +Ain't nobody else like you in this bitch +You ready? +[Refrain 1] +Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas +Ridin' in a mothafuckin' brand new machine, comin' down like a missile +Machine gun to a nigga spine like, "Listen, nigga listen, don't move, motherfucker" +And the world is mine like Twism, this that Carter V, lemme get 'em +[Verse] +I know the whole New Orleans got my back +Get the dirt off my shoulders and clean up my act +This that C5, thank you Jesus, I'm back +'Cause there's only one I, don't remove that eye patch +Man, I got this whole fuckin' world on my back +It wasn't my hands but there's blood on my hands +Watch my fingers make a capital B +I throw gang signs up and don't care where they land +I know the whole 17 got my back +The backbone of my hood, I'm the spleen of my trap +I know some niggas that think it's Iraq +There is death in the air, you might catch a contact +You may need to shorten the lean after that +Man, I swear I drunk so much of lean, I almost passed +Not tryna say I've been clean after that +But let's just say that is a thing of the past +But can you picture the scene after that? +No more Lil Tunechi, no more king of rap +Life can be gone in a blink of an eye +Lord, I guess I just be blinkin' too fast +Oh but don't you judge me, judge the one in the mirror +In your bathroom found a sink full of glass +Just when they thought and they think I wouldn't last +I woke up and I just Carter Cinco'd they ass +[Refrain 2] +Man, fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas +We done came this far, I'm so proud of my niggas +I'm around for my niggas, I come...6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Welcome To My Hood[T-Pain] +Welcome to my hood +(Where the hood at) +(Where the hood at) +Welcome to my hood +Everybody know everybody +And if I got it everybody got it +Welcome to my hood +Look at all these old school Chevy’s +24′s so you know we roll heavy +Welcome to my hood +They outside playing hopscotch +And every know this is the hot spot +Welcome to my hood +Them boys will put you down on your knees +(Woop, woop) That’s the sound of the police +In my hood +[Rick Ross] +Audemar on my wrist +Diamond, look like they glowing +50 stacks, all singles, I make it look like its snowing +Black unmarked cars, gotta peep how they playin’ +Treat ‘em like jack boys, catch ‘em slippin’ then slay ‘em +Lord forgive me for my sins +That’s my confessions if they put me in this benz +I got possession of a federal offence +I’m talking pressure in my criminal intent +So wear ya vest’s and I’m still gon’ stunt +Like it ain't no tomorrow, fuck ya house note nigga +Blow that bitch on a bottle +The Ferrari just a front, got the Lambo in the back +Tell you “we the best forever” DJ Khaled handle that +[T-Pain - Chorus] +[Plies] +I know some niggas from my hood that would rob Norieaga +I’m talkin’ Norieaga, nigga, the real Norieaga +If you ain't from the hood, bitch, than stop impersonating us +And tell congress when you see ‘em bitch I’m stealin’ cable +And leave the D-Boys alone ’cause they motivate us +And why is the half of my whole hood on papers +Some are on house arrest, some are on child support +Some of ‘em did they bit, the other half waiting to go to court +Mr Landlord we gon bust your ass with an eviction note +Better have the police with you dog, if you came to repo +I’m talking strip clubs, I’m talking liquor stores +We throw our money round here, but y’all can… +[T-Pain - Chorus] +[Lil Wayne] +Bitch I’m on probation, so my nerves bad +And they say time fly’s, well mine’s first class +I landed in the sky, I fell from the streets +I talk a lot of shit and practice what I preach +Back from hell, cell 23, tell the warden kiss my ass +Pockets on Monique +Bitch I’m from the murder capital +Hoe, I’m far from practical +Shit happens and since I’m the shit, I’m who it happens to +Young Money, Cash Money, blood bitch, I’m red hot +I don’t see nobody, see nobody like a head shot +All that bullshit is for the birds, throw some bread out +Got it sewn up, check the thread count +[T-Pain - Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +I Know the Future[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Straight from the bottom of the cut +I give it to these bitch niggas like momma taught me +One man with no weapon at war, but I'm an army +My flow is captain: attention, lieutenant +Your penny pension and they demolished that invention +You better get your dollars up, and guess what, I was up +I get my cheese like Mickey Mouse, or else you better Donald Duck +Like a shootin' range target, I get all kinda bucks +Be my shootin' range target, nigga I got good luck +Nigga bye bye good luck, got your momma shook up +Lil bad ass nigga, who thought Popeye wasn't tough +I'm on that la la, twist it up, I'm on that syrup, slow it down +And I like four freaks too, and I ain't Yung Joc but its goin' down +I buy a marijuana field, then I just mow it down +Big bad wolf, yes, I just blow it down +No homo and to Hollygrove, I will hold it down +Like a circle of knives, I got the sharpest flow around +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Future (I know) +Future (I know) +Future (I know) +Future (I know) +Future +I know they can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self +[Verse 2: Mack Maine] +Bitch I'm Mack Maine +I got the heart of a king, blood of a slave +Feel like I been there before, my second time to the grave +But it's one life to live, that's why I'm gettin' paid +Off a flow that's priceless, I just got it appraised +Spit like I need a raise, blaze as I gaze +At the stars and ask the Lord, why the culprit's at the pulpit +It make me sick to my stomach, that's why I rap +Like a pregnant woman, I don't spit I vomit +So pay homage, me and Wayne two G's +Like twenty hundreds and we keep the semis blunted +And we live like brothers from another +So fuck with him and Mack gonna react like you did me somethin' +That's a hint to you Davids, throwin' shots at Goliath +This the New Testament, where the victor is the giant +So you should get your weight and lose the hate +Remember males shouldn't be jealous, that's a female's trait +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Chastised[Intro] +Al Geno on the track +Niggas having undercover pressure 'bout bitches +Let a nigga know if it’s smoke +[Verse 1] +I was sittin' in jail, I was in penitentiary +I done seen the gangsta niggas turn bitches +I'ma answer calls, I don’t like bitches +She'll still pull up on a nigga and kick it +I ain't gon' lie, we talked about this +I always knew that I would be rich +Shawty, she cry like I'm buyin' tears +She done kept it gangsta all these years +Used to write the bitch, she ain't write back +Now I'm on top, she don’t like that +I don’t think about it, had to let 'em know that +She can die tomorrow, I prolly wouldn’t notice +Try to hold me down, I gotta stay focused +Go and get the money, bust the safe open +Stay away from broads, I gotta stay low +Rest in peace my dawg, he got a halo (Yeah) +[Chorus] +Play with me, you gon' get chastised +Free the bros down the road doin' real time +All the homies, they call it the red line +He gon' only pull up when they say it’s time +Play with me, you gon' get chastised +Free the bros down the road doin' real time +All the homies, they call it the red line +He gon' only pull up when they say it's time +[Verse 2] +Ain't got no patience for bullshit +I kill 'em all dead, ain't gone play with nobody +Lil' homie thuggin', he 13 +Like a slim bitch, he just want him a body +No one went to the league, but we all ball +Make sure everyone eat, I don't ball hog +Swear it's somethin' 'bout the hood that make my heart beat +Do a show and fly right back to spark street +Been dead broke, that's what scarred me +Watchin' niggas hustle, that's what taught me +They was tryna leave me by the garbage +Now they callin', "Meet me, I'm a target" +Do it for 'em, make 'em feel important +Knowin' damn well I should've ignored it +I buy what I want, I can afford it +Lot of money, I want more of it +[Chorus] +Play with me, you gon' get chastised +Free the bros down the road doin' real time +All the homies, they call it the red line +He gon' only pull up when they say it's time +Play with me, you gon' get chastised +Free the bros down the road doin' real time +All the homies, they call it the red line +He gon' only pull up when they say it's time4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Trust Nobody[Chorus: Adam Levine] +I don't trust nobody, not my lovers, not my friends +I don't make no promises, 'cause I know just how they'll end +I don't trust nobody, I don't need nobody else +And as messed up as it sounds, I don't even trust myself +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +If you out there in the streets and you've been lookin' for me +When you find me, tell me, "I said I've been lookin' for me" +I've been lookin' for some love, but it ain't lookin' for me +That's why she bite her tongue when she tell me that pussy for me +I've been lookin' at the cross and it just look like a "T" +Two fingers, I keep 'em crossed, I can't be lookin' for peace +I've been lookin' at the stars and they don't glisten for me +I've been lookin' in the mirror, he don't listen to me, sheesh +[Pre-Chorus: Adam Levine & Lil Wayne] +If I die before I wake (Yeah) +Pray the Lord, my soul to take (Uh) +I lost count of my mistakes (Shit) +At least I learned along the way +[Chorus: Adam Levine, Lil Wayne, Adam Levine & Lil Wayne] +And I don't trust nobody (Nobody), not my lovers, not my friends (Nobody) +I don't make no promises (No promises), 'cause I know just how they'll end +And I don't trust nobody, I don't need nobody else (Nobody else) +And as messed up as it sounds, I don't even trust myself +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +If you out there in the streets and you've been lookin' for me +You gon' find a bunch of motherfuckers lookin' like me +I ain't ever lookin' back because the light always green +Safe to say I lost my way, but I never lost the lead +Safe to say I lost the brakes, but I never lost the speed +Wakey-wake, I lost some sleep, but I never lost the dream +If you out there at the crossroads lookin' for me +You gon' find me with my eyes closed lookin' for grief +[Pre-Chorus: Adam Levine, Lil Wayne, Adam Levine & Lil Wayne] +If I die before I wake (Yeah) +Pray the Lord, my soul to take (Uh) +I lost count of my mistakes +At least I learned along the way +[Chorus: Adam Levine & Lil Wayne] +I don't trust nobody, not my lovers, not my friends +I don't make no promises, 'cause I know just how they'll end +I don't trust nobody, I don't need nobody else +And as messed up as it sounds, I don't even trust myself, yeah +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +If you out there in the streets and you've been lookin' for me +When you find me, tell me, "I said I've been lookin' for me," fuck4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Holdin’ It Down[Produced by Pete Rock] +[Intro: Big L & Pete Rock] +Yea yeah, Flamboyant Entertainment +Big L +[Verse 1: Big L] +Yo, y'all fellas like to stress them chicks +Impress them chicks, spend money to dress them chicks +I sex them chicks and send 'em home +Corleone is known to be stoned +When I bone, I'm rubbered up in case that shit full blown +The other night around 8 P.M +Pockets crazy slim, jumped out the grey BM +Went to the ATM, took a thou' out +Then later on, I had to wild out +In the club, knocked some coward and his pal out +Then afterwards went to the restroom, pissed Cristal out +Now I'm thinkin' which chick number I could dial out? +'Cause it's L, the Harlem pimp, baby, for real +I got more dimes than that Sprint lady, and that's ill +Playa haters be givin' me harsh looks +But I'm tryin' to sell records like Garth Brooks +So F 'em all, when it's cold I throw the skelly on +Illegal chips, keep my celly on +Mega-ice is what I'm heavy on +If it ain't Cristal, boo, I guess it's Perignon +If the na-na's too tight, I throw some jelly on +Yo, try to tax and watch the 9 mill burst +I've been off the scene over three years and cats is still thirst +To hear Big L drop an ill verse +So all you unsigned cats that wanna battle - get a deal first +I sport the bulletproof, fitted hat +That attitude - you better get rid of that +Wherever you floss is where you gon' get it at +What? I stay strapped, I go to sleep with my steel +Makin' figures while you broke cats is keepin' it real +L is rap's most livest cat, I'm gettin' stacks +While you askin' people "Do you want fries with that?" +I rob fags in the staircase, no mask, bare-faced +The one police wouldn't dare chase +Keep my gear laced +Do I walk around without papes? No way, pal +Word up - my money longer than the O.J. trial +[Chorus: Miss Jones] +Harlem World keep holdin' it downnnnn +Big L, Be The Long overdue (Big L) +Do you still got it got it? ("It's so amazin'!") +Yeah, yeah, yeah.. Harlem World keep holdin' it down, for Big L +Nigga long overdue - niggas wanna know +Do you still got it got it? ("It's so amazin'!") +[Verse 2: Stan Spit] +Stan Spit, yo, uh +Yo what the hell y'all can tell Spit? Not shit +I did a flick and bounced on L's shit +Well shit, expect me to go platinum +That's the only reason why I'm rappin' +And since L passed, niggas expect me to make it happen +With no release date, I sell in each state +I'm the type to drive to Philly, for a cheese-steak +So what I'm a Harlem king, doin' my thing +My name ring - chains and dames what the fame bring +After platinum it's the same thing +And niggas'll never learn +Til I pull the steel and make they lover burn +You don't get another turn, game's over +Here's my flamethrower +Rearrange your Rover, Harlem soldier +Wait til I get older - and we won't stop +I thought Mase told ya +Nigga Stan he do what he gotta +And these haters can't do me nada +Be in Nevada, with a lot of enchilada +[Chorus: Miss Jones] +Harlem World keep holdin' it downnnnn +Big L, Be The Long overdue (Big L) +Do you still got it got it? ("It's so amazin'!") +Yeah yeah yeah.. Harlem World keep holdin' it down, for Big L +Nigga long overdue - niggas wanna know +Do you still got it got it? ("It's so amazin'!") +[Verse 3: A.G.] +Yo, yo move the fuck back +A bring the heat, when I touch tracks +These niggas beef then wanna chill? Fuck that +These rap niggas with the mills, we deduct that +I asked all my ghetto cats, where my love at +Now where the brews, and the drugs at? +Corrupt cats kept slug hats +Asked the feds where the bugs at +Puff with the dread, 'cause I puff, black +High, til I die, and you can trust that +All I wanna know - is the club packed? +I see the haters sweatin' shorty, but I dug that +She put my nut sack back where her lungs at - little ho +And them niggas who owe, give up that +Huh, it's me and Corle', like Eddie and Nolte +Go 'head and provoke me +Heard you rap, wanna rhyme? Better be dope B +Still "Diggin", still livin', still givin' +Y'all the ill written, still fuckin' like Bill Clinton +[Chorus: Miss Jones] +Harlem World keep holdin' it downnnnn +Big L, Be The Long overdue (Big L) +Do you still got it got it? ("It's so amazin'!") +Yeah yeah yeah.. Harlem World keep holdin' it down, for Big L +Nigga long overdue - niggas wanna know +Do you still got it got it? ("It's so amazin'!") +[Outro: A.G.] +Big LEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Wrote My Way Out[Chorus: Aloe Blacc + sample + together] +("I wrote my way out") +When the world turned its back on me +I was up against the wall +I had no foundation +No friends and no family to catch my fall +Runnin' on empty, th'was nothin' left in me but doubt +I picked up a pen and "I wrote my way—" out +[Verse 1: Nas] +I picked up the pen like Hamilton +Street analyst, now I write words that try to channel 'em +No political power—just lyrical power +Sittin' on a crate on a corner, sippin' for hours +Schemin' on a come up, from evening to sun up +My man awaitin' trial, misdemeanors we younger +Courtroom prejudice, insufficient evidence +Jailhouse lawyers, these images still relevant +Flickerin' lights inside my project hall +Sickenin', the mice crawl all night long +And '87 Reaganism, many pages I've written on +Writin' songs about rights and wrongs and bails bonds +Master bedroom, bigger than the crib that I was raised at +I'm the architect like I wrote the code to Waze app +I'm driven, black Elohim from the streets of Queens +The definition of what It Was Written means +Know what I mean? +[Chorus: Aloe Blacc + sample + together] +("I wrote my way out") +When the world turned its back on me +I was up against the wall +I had no foundation +No friends and no family to catch my fall +Runnin' on empty, there was nothin' left in me but doubt +I picked up a pen and "I wrote my way—" out +[Verse 2: Dave East] +I really wrote my way up out of 6E +Develop relationships with fiends, I know they miss me +Before the metrocards, it was tokens, I did the ten speed +Never had wrote a rhyme in my life, what was a sixteen? +At sixteen, arrested in housin', trip to the mountains +Came right back, trappin' off couches, watchin' for mouses +Only tools we was posed with, had a spot, smoke lit +The hate is just confusion, pay attention how them jokes switch +Diadora was my favorite, the Mark Buchanans +Mama couldn't afford them, I learned everythin' on the border +That's a big 8, Clicquot parties with private dancers with no mixtape +Bumble Bee Tuna, now we could get steak +I persevered, composition, I kept it close +Competition near, I'm a Spartan without the spear +Three hundred rhymes, it was written before I wrote it +Opportunity knockin', might miss it, that window closin' +This poetry in motion, I'm a poet +[Chorus: Aloe Blacc + sample] +("I wrote my way out") +When the world turned its back on me +I was up against the wall +I had no foundation +No friends and no family to catch my fall +Runnin' on empty, there was nothin' left in me but doubt +I picked up a pen and I wrote my way out! +[Verse 3: Lin-Manuel Miranda] +High speed, dubbin' these rhymes in my dual cassette deck +Runnin' out of time like I'm Jonathan Larson's rent check +My mind is where the wild things are, Maurice Sendak +In withdrawal, I want it all, please give me that pen back +Y'all, I caught my first beatin' from the other kids when I was caught readin'; +"Oh, you think you smart?"—Blaow!—start bleedin' +My pops tried in vain to get me to fight back +Sister tapped my brains, said, "Pssh—you'll get 'em right back." +Oversensitive, defenseless, I made sense of it, I pencil in +The lengths to which I'd go to learn my strengths and knock 'em senseless +These sentences are endless, so what if they leave me friendless? +"Damn, you got no chill," fuckin' right—I'm relentless +I know Abuela's never really gonna win the lottery +So it's up to me to draw blood with this pen, hit an artery +This Puerto Rican's brains are leakin' through the speakers +And if he can be the shinin' beacon this side of the G.W.B and +Shine a light when it's gray out? +[Bridge: Aloe Blacc + sample + together] +("I wrote my way out") +Oh, I was born in the eye of a storm +No lovin' arms to keep me warm +This hurricane in my brain is the burden I bear +I can do without, I'm here (I'm here) +'Cause "I wrote my way—" out! +[Outro: Samples] +"—picked up the pen like Hamilton" +"I wrote my way out of the pro—" +"—wrote—" +"—wrote my way out of the projects" +"—pick—" +"—picked up the pen like Hamilton" +"I wrote my way out of the—" +"—wrote—" +"—wrote my way out of the—" +("I wrote my way—") +"—picked up the pen like Hamilton" +"I wrote my way out of the pro—" +"—wrote—" +"—wrote my way out of the projects" +("I wrote my way out") +[Spoken: Samples] +"Really, I saw, like, a hole in the rap game, so, if I wanted to put my little two cents in the game, then it would be from a different perspective." +("I wrote my way out") +"I thought that I would represent for my neighborhood and tell their story, be their voice, in a way that nobody has done it. Tell the real story."EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +FreestyleOne, two and three through your raps fatigued in this mc word is a minor league/ see when brothas speak they swear it's unique, just a peak physique of an old antique / don't except a project, that's bond to freeze, your hardheaded stiff neck siamese / see i never liked rhymes, that's incomplete then again obsolete, shall i repeat, it's an easy street/ brothas who earn, learn your sojourn then you return, as an intelligent, positive, messenger not an experiment, negative, lucifer, with the tinited gloss of grafted skin, not the light spring source of the true origin / who was thor, wizard of war, cave man best friend was a damn dinosaur / no more jungle life living from the blue lagoon / its not an animal house, national lampoon / if you know the what, when, why and how / have you feel into a zen or to disallow / a fresh mc that will knock you down, i get you dizzy spell-bound, like a merry go round quan to u live and raw +I didn't catch everything if you can fix it thanks!! + +Off Wit His Head[Prod. by Just Blaze] +[Verse 1: Big Pun] +I don't give a fuck! Til I die, I'mma live it up +Hit em up, nigga what what, nigga what? +Better watch yo' ass 'fore I pull the choppers out the stash +And helicopter yo' ass, about a block and a half +Cause I'mma ride for my niggas, die for my niggas +Puff lye with my niggas til I'm high with my niggas +Where you at Prop? +[Verse 2: Prospect] +Aiyyo it's off with his head +Let the blood-shed, gets all my thugs down to bust lead +Yo I rep like one of the best, my Mac numbin your flesh +They on tracks but they runnin from death +Who fuckin with 'spect? Yo dog, I'm the youngest to rep +Comin correct, niggas know I blow my gun in a sec +Cause I'mma ride for my niggas, die for my niggas +Puff lye with my niggas til I'm high with my niggas +What the deal Twin? +[Verse 3: Big Pun] +Yeah baby! Ayo it's off with his head +Slap the shit out the Devil and tear his horns off his head +Ayo it's almost over, few months we all gon' know Jehovah +Til then I'mma keep the steel in the shoulder holster +I ain't ready to die, bury me alive +But if my nigga got beef, we goin together tonight +Cause I'mma ride for my niggas, die for my niggas +Puff lye with my niggas til I'm high with my niggas +What you say Twin? +[Verse 4: Prospect] +Ayo it's off with his head +Left a body stiff and dead with the infrared +It's hard to survive, disarm a whole part of this tribe +We taking niggas lives, so what? They tryin take mine +What I'm supposed to do? Let shit slide like I was close to you? +This murder I write, pushin a hearse, let me chaffeur you +Cause I'mma ride for my niggas, die for my niggas +Puff lye with my niggas til I'm high with my niggas +What the deal son? +[Verse 5: Big Pun] +Aiyyo it's off with his head +Nigga I was born in the fuckin Dawn of the Dead +I always got my Dunn like I always got my gun +Fresh out the box, oiled and cocked, Glock 21 +Once I've begun to pop, I ain't gon' stop til I'm done +So either call the cops, or bust a shot - nigga uhh +Cause I'mma ride for my niggas, die for my niggas +Puff lye with my niggas til I'm high with my niggas +Hold me down Pros' +[Verse 6: Prospect] +Aiyyo it's off with his head +Put that nigga to sleep and make a coffin his bed +I come from rough times where niggas bust 9's and be like fuck rhymes +And puff dimes, living on front lines, and lust crimes +You better trust mines, I'm down for the cause +Gimme a round of applause and hear the sound of the 4's +Cause I'mma ride for my niggas, die for my niggas +Puff lye with my niggas til I'm high with my niggas +What the deal kid? +[Verse 7: Big Pun] +Aiyyo it's off with his head +Cock the lead redecorate the crib burgandy red +Aiyyo I never front, I want whatever nigga to stomp +Whoever want it gonna get lift with the pump +I mention I'm dumb, my trigger finger fittin to jump +Got the whole left side of my face twitchin and stuff +Cause I'mma ride for my niggas, die for my niggas +Puff lye with my niggas til I'm high with my niggas +Take us home Dunn +[Verse 8: Prospect] +Aiyyo it's off with his head +He ain't really want it so he lost it instead +"Picture Me Rollin" like 'Pac in the drop, my style too hot +To figure out, oh Lord, please don't make me put this nigga out +My trigger shout through your area code +The scary explos', your click get, leary of foes +Cause I'mma ride for my niggas, die for my niggas +Puff lye with my niggas til I'm high with my niggas +Now it's on Twin - now it's on Twin +Yeah, hah, now it's on Twin +[Outro: Opera Steve] +Terror Squad, Big Pun, The Don, Armaged-deon +Prospect, Triple Seis, Cuban Link, Terror SquadEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Savage Life[Sample] +Niggas are lovers, Are lovers, Are lovers +Niggas loved to hear Malcolm X +But they didn't love Malcolm +Niggas love everything but themselves +But I'm a lover too, Yep, I'm a lover too +I love niggas, I love niggas, I love niggas +Because niggas are me, And I should only love that which is me +I love to see niggas go through changes +Love to see niggas act +Love to see niggas make them plays and shoot the shit +But there is one thing about niggas I do not love +Niggas are scared of loving themselves +[Intro: Cappadonna] +Let's go, Yeah, That's what I'm talking about +Everybody put your blunt in the air like this +Yeah, Uhh huh, Uhh huh, Yeah New York in the building +Throw it up for all my dogs in there +Murderland in the building, Let's go, Come on +[Cappadonna] +I emerge from the womb then I snatch the globe +Throw darts for a living, Never sold my soul +These rhymes that I'm making is the top of the line +I seek knowledge, Study the ways of mankind +I scope clubs out see what a savage's like +Then I come back, I'm living in a savage life +To animals my words be the words of Christ +The unordinary life, Sensational with it +In the hood with yall for real you know how I did it +Drop bread on your bird head, Illegal wips +Eat four legged beast, Take illegal trips +And I can't quit now son you must be silly +I ain't stunt'n on hoes but they wet my willy +Yeah, Creep with me my nigga +Tie your joint on, For real conceal your face an all that +[Chorus 2X: Cappadonna] +You wanna see what a savage like +But we're living in a savage life +They just wanna stomp your life +Niggas wanna stomp your eyes +[Cappadonna] +Yo, I live a life on the street like stray dogs and mutts +Nigga's face filled up with stitches and cuts +But I love my hood though even the crack head's fiend +We doing a bid here, My projects is mean +Black Buddha shop or a big fat Doreen +Twenty-six mob'n, Black fist tossing the green +Heard my nigga L came deep in the feds +Keep the Mazda tight, Hold your heads +Solomon Childs my dun-breed, Love spread through my hood-ohh +Twelve for the pound kid, Three for the id-ohl +Pop the trunk of the Pinto, He been slow +Came back with the hid-i-dro +Snatch pocket books, Hustle for dough +Big Don from Dirty Island +Scrape you off the ground something violent +Don't even dream of Don being in the mainstream +Go savage in the hood for CREAM +[Chorus] +[Cappadonna] +We got the hustle game on lock, Let's go get dough +In the ghetto it's mad blow and crime going on +We don't mow lawns, Might take it nice +Where I come from be the slums of Shaolin +Mothers are crying, Young brothers dying +Some of yall people relying on religion +I'm in the hood like a pigeon, Christ has risen +I sold drugs for a living, I was locked down for Thanksgiving +Times are still hard, Dogs in the junkyard +Alcoholics, Butchers, Crack heads, Fuck TNT, Fuck the feds +I'd rather die with my gat, Fucking a bitch and getting high +Far all the times that I couldn't cry +All I wanted was a picture of me lounging in the Vibe +Two cribs, Two chicks, Big brick on my side +A nigga get savage when he gotta survive +[Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +StellaAEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Family TiesLyrics for this song have yet to be released. Please check back once the song has been releasedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Young[Intro] +Gangsta— +Gangsta— +Gangsta Grizzils +[Verse] +Well, tonight I found my price to the spender +And she cried about our life to the listener +And she asked me for advice, so I pimped her +Turn that chicken head to a chicken tender +In a Wraith, in a Wraith, out of state license plates +I got yay an AK and a temper +In a Wraith, in a Wraith +Don't know how I'm drivin' straight +I sipped a lake of that grape, thirst quencher, oh +Girl, fuck with him and get your money +You fuck with me, you missin' money, then you miss your molly +I get the money, spend the money, then I miss the money +But it come right back, right back, right back +That's that Frisbee money +That's Santa climbin' down the chimney, money with the duffy +It come back, run around the gang, yeah that's some dizzy money +The Humpty Dumpty, she get on that dick, she's very comfy +I put a Rolie on her wrist, she used to wear a scrunchy +Party times, Tunechi wise +Wifey's size, truly lies +Booty, thighs, bougie pride +Gucci slides, moody, tired +Woozy, high, movie night +Jacuzzi time, ooo-ee, ahh +Dinner, prime; sushi, wine +And for dessert I have the cutie-pie +Lied about the price to the spender +And I lied about my height on Tinder +And if I hit it one time I won't remember +But can't forget it if she bring another member +Double date, double date +In a Wraith, in a Wraith +Bitch, I'm eatin' full plate like November +In a Wraith, in a Wraith +In a different mind state +Let her sniff some snowflakes and call her Winter (yah) +Fuck with him and get the money +Then come fuck with me and split the money +I'll fuck her when she with her buddy +She guzzle dick and kiss her buddy +She said I love you when he send some money +I said I love you give your pimp some money +And she don't ask how much she just come dump it +And I don't ask how high I just start jumpin' +You ain't know I kiss below the button, what +Girl close your eyes and let me show you somethin', what +And if you ride me like the road is bumpin', what +I leave my key in and the motor runnin', what +Oh my god I hope they kissin' cousins +If they not it's gon' be consequences, repercussions +Woah, I just count a hundred thousand hundreds +And I told my babe ride the wave, Cowabunga +Lied about her night to her nigga +Her vagina 'bout to cry me a river +If she ask me for advice and I igged her +But she know it wasn't me, it was the sizzurp +Gotta wait, gotta wait +'Til I wake, 'til I wake +I wake up and tell bae how much I missed her +She looks straight in my face then start pointin' to the space +Where she want it on her face, she's particular +[Outro] +Y-O-U-N-G with money, yeah +We Y-O-U-N-G with money +Y-O-U-N-G with money +Y-O-U-N-G with money +Ayo, Stunna nigga need his money +You heard somethin' Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da, ooh +Y-O-U-N-G with money +I hear us comin', six shit2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Dead Niggas[Intro] +Due to some violent content, parental discretion is advised +What, if you ain't know this is DJ Millticket +[Hook] +The streets don't really love you like I love you +Money over bitches is what I learned too +Can't change on my niggas because they blood too +And if you thinkin' that we soft nigga fuck you +Pour up shots for them dead niggas +We gon' start something for them dead niggas +Tuck yo' tail if you scared, nigga +Where I'm from we take a chance nigga +Ohh, takin' chances +Where I'm from we just takin' chances +Ohh, we takin' chances +Where I'm from niggas takin' chances +[Verse 1] +Took some chances I was on the grind +Smokin' dope, toting poles, hangin' on the 9 +DJ, ZDD, and Booda they people was always slime +The opps catch me lackin', pussy nigga stop cryin' +Lost Pluto and Vito, we mobbin' like Vito +For Nuski and Chino, got Glocks and kilos +Say I'm Hollywood, I ain't got a grammy bitch I love the hood +We kill, never mind bitch he in the woods +Shot niggas, never got shot though +My bitch charged but I got caught with a Glock though +The wrong place the wrong time got you tacos +You ain't shit in these streets without yo' nachos +No, no +[Hook] +The streets don't really love you like I love you +Money over bitches is what I learned too +Can't change on my niggas because they blood too +And if you thinkin' that we soft nigga fuck you +Pour up shots for them dead niggas +We gon' start something for them dead niggas +Tuck yo' tail if you scared, nigga +Where I'm from we take a chance nigga +Ohh, takin' chances +Where I'm from we just takin' chances +Ohh, we takin' chances +Where I'm from niggas takin' chances +[Verse 2] +How you loyal nigga, I can count on one hand who loyal nigga +If your gang, I can show you one nigga who loyal with you +Never gave me money never gave me shit +Never told me that you love me, always put my name in Hell +Never said free my name, put money up on my bail +Mixing birds, never gave me still, you ain't even give me a chance +I'm like damn I got bands, I'ma split it with my mans +I'ma buy the block guns, drugs and a couple vans +Gotta be real to 'em, you can even ask the fans +And how I been through it all, nigga fuck the feds +Like duckin' what, real shooter niggas tuckin' what +And we was broke and we ain't had nothing +[Hook] +The streets don't really love you like I love you +Money over bitches is what I learned too +Can't change on my niggas because they blood too +And if you thinkin' that we soft nigga fuck you +Pour up shots for them dead niggas +We gon' start something for them dead niggas +Tuck yo' tail if you scared, nigga +Where I'm from we take a chance nigga +Ohh, takin' chances +Where I'm from we just takin' chances +Ohh, we takin' chances +Where I'm from niggas takin' chancesEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Criminology[Intro: Sample + Raekwon] +I told you a long time ago, you fucking little monkey, not to fuck me +Ayy, ayy, who the fuck you think you talkin' to, huh? You wanna fuck with— +Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin' bellboy? +D'you wanna go to war? D'you wanna go to war? We'll take you to war, okay? (Coming up on half a mil, we build) +For real, y'all +Takin' you on another one, son +Uh, Julio Iglesias +Makin' C.R.E.A.M. like that nigga +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, (Blaow) first of all, son, peep the arson +Many brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark +Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture +I hang glide, holdin' on strong, hard to capture +Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant +Then I react like a convict and start killin' shit +It's manifested, the gods work like appliances +Dealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences +The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway +You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (Blaow) +No question, I send your ass back right to the essence +Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'? +While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops +Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules) +Everything around me, black, as you can see +Swallow this murder one verse like god degree +Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction +You adapt like a flashback, chain reaction +(Lace them niggas, son) +[Verse 2: Raekwon] +AK's black, bust back like seventy MACs +I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black +Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see +Marvelous menace for society +But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost +I max the most shotguns through the nose +Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top +'Lo wears and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot +The witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit +Do-or-die shit, I'll take your lye and shit +And then you know I'm runnin' through the penal +Foul, fall through, child was wild +The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what? +One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid +Too much to get, for what, 'cause six niggas got stuck +And the nigga chain was truck? +Yo, fuck that, criminology rap, sneakers stay +Jet-black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga +(Bring it, yeah) +[Outro: Raekwon] +Much love go to New York City +All my Tommy Hil', ice-rockin' niggas + +Well, Actually (En Realidad)Yes, life +What do we know? +Nothing +Tell us +You're so smart +(Well, actually) +So many facts +(En realidad) +About everything +(En realidad) +You're like a search engine +(En realidad) +Thank Jesus +(Shut up, shut up) +What was I going to do +Without the help from you +Thank you for all your help, man +You really are so smart +How was I going to live +Without the help you give +I don't know +I thought I knew all these facts about my ownlife +But, you, you, you know more +(Shut up, shut up) +Tell me, you is a person like yourself such a wealth of knowledge +You're just wasting your time here +On Twitter and Facebook +You need to go work for NASA +Thought about it? +Think about it +Yes +(Work for NASA, ooh) +Seriously, take it into consideration +(Go think about it or) +Or? Or? +(Shut the fuck up) +Eh, let me send this promo tweet +"Headed to Columbia to do show" +Well actually, you spelled 'Colombia' wrong +(Well, actually) +No I didn't +(En realidad) +I meant the college + +Marijuana Bronson[Verse 1 : Action Bronson] +Marijuana Bronson +Yo, The land fertile I provide for the biz +Play possum with the pigs stuff a dime on the kid +Just scripted for the brothers holding knives on they bids +Gift basket full of figs, I'm sipping wine with the fizz +I got that pure smoke, gorgeous like a sushi plate +Five sticks of marijuana I hallucinate +The tan Timothy, jacket to my knee +Classic I'm a G, I'm the captain of the sea +See, It be those kids from queens in guess jeans +Pulling bread schemes smooth as jet streams that let the lead scream +We still rhyme fly words over percussion +Nine - five Style max out diamonds in Flushing +I'm still the man immoral Its hard to navigate through coral +Your bitch with the tits still give the slamming oral +Zero Fifty Six used to be the beeper code +You know the dope'll force a fiend into the sleeper hold +You mother fucker I got you +[Verse 2 : Action Bronson] +Ay yo, Mountains are capped with snow though it's the summer months +I'm working hard for that money laundered in other fronts +Forty blunts in the museum +Jerk chicken patties out the window cop the tyson out the coliseum +A Street Fighter with the Killer Instinct for Mortal Kombat +The title holder higher than a giant's shoulder +Lamb roasting over open fire +Full moon hallucinations giving in to all my souls desire +Lyrically, I'm Doctor Lector, You Doctor Seuss +I let him fall from off the roof and now I got the juice +I'm on that one way path headed for nowhere +Frozen nose hairs all I know, better be dro there +Pass the Thyme, chocking off the truest reefer +Lawrence Taylor in his prime with the smoother Caesar +Drinking ginger out the Yankee cup +The holy grail telling tale blowing cheeba eating tangy duck +[Verse 3 : Action Bronson] +Mother Fucker, Queens +These are the vividries of life that I'm expressing to you +Smoke salmon or coke famine your friend'll do you +Cause you make a little paper but you acting greedy +They'll cook ya momma in front of you just like hibachi Peaty +There's no Tahiti, forty five scrolls in graffiti +Beamers on BBs, the shit only seen on the TV +It really happened in the galaxy of Queens +Giving credit you indebted off the fallacies of fiends +I walk a road less traveled, push the foreign car +Often spark steel and known to play the gun guitar +The drugs sell by themselves you just a common factor +Real star is in the jar you the supporting actor +Blood thirsty so I'm howling at the moon +Puff a pound of boom, marijuana, she met a valid doom +We gotta get it cause we living for the minute +Keep the windows tinted, smoke in the whip, keepin it lemon scentedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Overkill[Verse 1] +I make ruthless records consecutive +Disconnect your wig, wet you in your living room +Disrespect your crib, spit fire at you +Pop pop, cause your body to ooze +Bill, anything I spit's uncle Howie approved +There ain't no justice and there ain't no peace +These mean streets are like the evil dead eager to feast +Soul chasers will leave you diseased, what you get dealing with creeps +People sleep until we cause the desert eagles to speak +There's no love and no loyalty left +Learn ya lesson, the hood shot rich porter to death +Only the hood die young, rest in peace to Jam Masta Jay +Biggie and Pac, and all the rest who passed away +I'm like an animal, trying to survive +Striving for a better tomorrow, the world's full of terror and sorrow +Tears drop from a little baby boy or girl +While the push of a button could destroy the world +[Hook X2] +It's a overkill, no escaping this we raping this homie +It's a overkill, expose to nuclear radiation +It's a overkill, push the chromosone chromosplode +It's a overkill, peep the overfiend overload +[Verse 2] +Hit you with the nine shell in your head like Kleinfeld +My mind's swelled, I laugh at it like Seinfeld or Larry David +Then blast off like Larry Davis +We carry bangers and air you out like airplane hangers +I rock 5 star general status, projects to Paris +At the Hilton sticking foreign objects in Paris +I'm very paranoid tell me what they asked you? Splash you +Nuke you like fast food, splatter you when I clap tools +I keep it simple like grass roots, attack troops +Ghetto gorillas in track suits, wet up your whole shit like a bathroom +I catch fools slipping and hit 'em with capsules of blow cause cash rules +The truth newport carton junkies and street trash, wheat grass +Customers cop hundreds of weed bags +Yeah I was chosen to kill those who are smoking the krills +Sold it to you out the old seville, yo you know the drill +[Hook X2] +[Verse 3] +Go overboard, this is Ill Bill the overlord, go to war +I approach you with a trojan horse, entire armies are slaughtered +Explosions of gore, soldiers fall, hot enough to cause your bones to dissolve +Go through walls, Let the don use it, mix it with orange juice and abuse it +Throw your guns in the air and lose it, gangstas and goons with uzis +We underhanded money, rubberbanded the son of sam, son of man +People too stupid to understand, I'm the host with the most +Travel coast to coast, rolling like nostra coke, when I post the toast +Leave you wetter than PCP dispose of folks, loced out leave you with holes +Your clothes are soaked, you fucking shithead your thought process is idiotic +It gets worse blow a hole in your head, leave you retarded, look at you know +Stupid fuck see what you started, I won't stop till all of are dearly departed +[Hook X2]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Economics ’91I love everything about money +You can be a millionaire and never pay taxes +Rust, I got to bust to my destination +I woke up late time from other transportations +Trains and busses - public adorations so better turn +But where I'm going to is a place where it really burns +And burns my brain, my job, my occupation +Another motherfucking source of frustration +4, 25$ an hour, leaves my mouth sour +Minimum wages like I'm caged in the prison tower +Day in and day out another person flips +They can't cope so they create their own economics +With an Uzi some ammunition and a flat jacket +Stick up kids, wanna be fat like Buddy Hacket +And get props, ranks, thanks, power position +A piece of paper with a picture of a dead politician +So many times I've seen people play stupid for money +And at the funeral it isn't funny +But nevertheless the world turns, it doesn't burn +Cause money make the world go round is what I always heard +That's when I got that sadly look on my face +No matter how fast I run, I always wind up in last place +So I just like to would pick myself up an automatic +So I can end my fate check without a denim static +Got nothing to lose except my head +Yo I'm in it to win it and imma spray the town blood red +Autroprenorial skills coming all fly +And economically it doesn't matter if somebody die +It's all about getting the dollars and jewel specs +So give it up before I put your life in fast checks +Yeah I got money coming out my ass +Yeah I got money coming out my assEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +The One and Only[Verse 1] +Don P, Colonel 16's +Captain Bars, man, you could call me whatever the F you feel best +Just as long as you spell my name right on the checks +I'ma keep doin' what I do so well +Truth be told, without money I would still spill +All of my thoughts onto the beats +This is my passion, my baby, I breathe, eat, sleep, and shit soul music +Watch how my song touch you, it's spiritually movin' +You might wanna cry +He got a problem with P? He might wanna die +While I'm so lovable and so humble +That if you cross me, then you deserve to stumble +And fall on a Rambo knife +Look, homie, you obviously don't know me, I'm +[Chorus] +The one and only, infamous, notorious +The one and only, infamous, notorious +The one and only, infamous, notorious +The one and only, infamous, notorious +[Verse 2] +I'm Bandana P, the fantastic one +Reptile, I spit acid, they kyan't done +I die harder than your average die hardheaded nigga +I don't learn 'til it's too late and it's early, nigga +I don't take orders, fold, or break under pressure +I don't take kindly to strangers or new faces +It might be the police +Maybe the Diaz brothers come to get me +I got a dark sense of humor +Gotta calm down a lot, I got a hot temper +I'm tryna change but these people out here push me to engage +In all types of fuckery, jealous and they envious +Misery love company they don't really love me +I had to sever our ties +Sit back in my jacuzzi watchin' pelicans fly +Thinkin' back how we used to be on the same page +I realize now that you nothin' like me, I'm +[Chorus] +The one and only, infamous, notorious +The one and only, infamous, notorious +The one and only, infamous, notorious +The one and only, infamous, notorious +[Verse 3] +My reign at the top don't stop, it's endless +Watch me crush so-called competition, man, listen +There is no threat to my position +These niggas is harmless +There's no comparison to rap's top shotter, best sellin' author +Of non-fiction +You better pray I go easy and thank me for not exposin' your bumba claat +I could go in on you, but I'm not +Success is the best revenge +And I'm fit to show you people how to do this here +Intelligent, smooth criminal music +You never lived this life, you can't relate to it +I'm the chief of all chiefs, the Don of all dons +The boss of all bosses, the fuckin' warlord +The grand wizard of bars +When I die, my tombstone'll read, "He was" +[Chorus] +The one and only, infamous, notorious +The one and only, infamous, notorious +The one and only, infamous, notorious +The one and only, infamous, notoriousEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Change Up[Hook: Lil Durk] +I done seen a lotta niggas change up +I done seen a lotta niggas change up +I done seen a lotta niggas change up +I done seen a lotta niggas changed up +Changed up, changed up (Niggas changed up) +Changed up, changed up (These niggas changed up) +I done seen a lotta niggas change up (Changed up) +I done seen a lotta niggas changed up +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +Came up, I seen niggas change up +Niggas out here in the field snitchin', giving names up +And that block I come from I swear we wouldn't change nothin' +Just young hot heads who don't really give a fuck +If it ain't about money, then it ain't no nothin' +Just rolled another L, I'm bout to face another block +And my take don't take L's, I bet we give them out or something +And I'm having flashbacks it's like I've seen this shit coming +I done seen a lot of niggas change, I swear it ain't nothin' +Young niggas run around and they don't want no money +They gon' shoot anyway, get snatched don't know nothin' +Feds grabbin' niggas, watch they ass tell somethin' +L's +[Hook: Lil Durk] +I done seen a lotta niggas change up +I done seen a lotta niggas change up +I done seen a lotta niggas change up +I done seen a lotta niggas changed up +Changed up, changed up (Niggas changed up) +Changed up, changed up (These niggas changed up) +I done seen a lotta niggas change up (Changed up) +I done seen a lotta niggas changed up +[Verse 2: Lil Reese] +Let's get it +I done came up and niggas on the same stuff +Had to switch my circle up 'cuz that shit was dangerous +I say "change up", these niggas really change up +Playin' games with the gang, quickest way to get flamed up +I say flame up, like that shit be flame up +And I wouldn't change up, they can't change us +And all my niggas scrap, armed and dangerous +In the field we play for keeps and that shit that dangerous +See the police on speak, couple places got a beep +All my niggas in the streets and all my niggas ride for me +All my niggas in the streets and all my niggas ride with me +L's +[Hook: Lil Durk] +I done seen a lotta niggas change up +I done seen a lotta niggas change up +I done seen a lotta niggas change up +I done seen a lotta niggas changed up +Changed up, changed up (Niggas changed up) +Changed up, changed up (These niggas changed up) +I done seen a lotta niggas change up (Changed up) +I done seen a lotta niggas changed upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Intro[Intro] +Uh, uh, uh +Walkin' around with a bank +Walkin' around with a bank +Walkin' around with a bank +[Chorus] +Didn't trust broad from beginning +Don't fuck with none of these women +I done fucked all of these women +If the pussy ain't wet, then I'm just leavin' +Diamonds so wet, Louboutins they be slippin' +Rockstar like Balmain jeans, they just be rippin' +Lime and the coconut lean when I'm sippin' +Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I'm whippin' +Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I'm whippin' +[Verse 1] +Stackin' my money, I'm countin' this paper (Woo) +You fuck with me, .223 bullet in chamber (Yeah, yeah) +I promise you, leave your girl 'round me, I'll take her (I'll take her) +She didn't wanna lick up Lil Uzi, now had taste it +Faded I put down my dough, I don't really be chasin' (Uh) +LA with me, yeah, that nigga just fuck with the chasers (Woo) +Baby, that ass fit we wanna really see you shake it (Yeah, yeah) +Swerve in the coupe and I'm countin' that money, no choice +She said, "Lil Uzi, I swear that your voice make me moist" +She suck me like Kirby, pockets on excursion +I'm drivin' up in the Rolls Royce (I do) +I'm countin' money when I'm bored (I'm countin', I'm countin') +Stop countin' money 'cause that's what I do when I'm bored +If you ain't really good at this shit, nigga, then what is the point? +I live in her Gucci, I be in the pussy, in that bedroom feel like I'm Floyd +Uh, uh, uh +[Interlude] +Uh +[Chorus] +Didn't trust broad from beginning +Don't fuck with none of these women +I done fucked all of these women +If the pussy ain't wet, then I'm just leavin' +Diamonds so wet, Louboutins they be slippin' +Rockstar like Balmain jeans, they just be rippin' +Lime and the coconut lean when I'm sippin' +Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I'm whippin' +Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I'm whippin' +[Bridge] +Oh, oh, oh +Oh, oh, oh +Yeah, oh, yeah +[Verse 2] +I'm off the Xan, she off Roc' +Trunk in the front of my car +I met the slut at the bar +I fucked the slut at the bar +Strummin' that pussy, guitar +Smashin' that bih' like guitar +Shots on your bitch like JR +Belt and my wallet, Goyard +Raf Simons steppin' on ya +Margielas steppin' on ya +Rick Owens steppin' on ya +All of these diamonds, I swear you can see in the dark (See in the dark) +I am not regular, baby girl, you're with a star (You're with a star) +I am ballin' like I am Derrick Rose +I be ballin' like I’m miss Amber Rose +LUV is rage, jump in the crowd at my shows +[Chorus] +Didn't trust broad from beginning +Don't fuck with none of these women +I done fucked all of these women +If the pussy ain't wet, then I'm just leavin' +Diamonds so wet, Louboutins they be slippin' +Rockstar like Balmain jeans, they just be rippin' +Lime and the coconut lean when I'm sippin' +Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I'm whippin' +Water the soda, the ice, yeah, I'm whippin'17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Arts & Leisure[Verse 1: Kool A.D.] +Yo, brown Napoleon Dynamite, white Dolemite +Sho' Ya Right, Holy Moly, totally tight +White America, good morning Erykah +Badu, where are you at? +Allahu Akbar, do that, do that, do that +Do-do that that that +Do do do, do do that +Do that, show that, pro-black, pro-brown +Down, round, getting down, down +Yippee-kai-yai-yay, it's a showdown +Girls say chill, you ain't too cool to be nice to boo-boo +You right, you right, you right, true, true +Sorry if I'm acting too cuckoo +All the zoom zoom got me acting like there's flowers in my doo doo +I'mma roll the dice for some new shoes +If that don't work then, boo hoo +At least you couldn't say I never grew two +If I can't win, then it's lose-lose +Do it for the kids like Blue's Clues +Choo-choo-choose to be +Half-asshole, half-bashful +Uh, give me like half a glass full +Or maybe a quarter that +I'm like a black quarterback +In the motherfucking... oh shit, bobbing, ducking +Weaving, passing and running +Passing and running, passing and running +Like a caravan +Um, wait, what was it? +I don't even know, buddy +Exactly +[Verse 2: Action Bronson] +As my grandma knits the sweater +Chickens with the cheddar +Timbos and yarmulkes, you ain't in my genre +Bitch, blow me: harmonica +Arts and leisure, peace to Jon Caramanica +Sam Sifton rate the plate that we feasting on +I jerk my penis off at the precinct, dog +Since a youth, all proposals been indecent, dog +Sense of humor so I'm down for a comedic song +Rub my dick like my zipper when I walk +Touch of Down's Syndrome, flip it when she talks +Gums are purple, teeth monkey +Her look is mix with streetwalker and a junkieEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Life[Chorus] +I'm just tryna live my life +Moon rocks, on stars, straight cash, no cards +Livin' life like stars, thankin' god every day we finally winning +You was 'posed to my nigga, right here with me +I'm just tryna live my life +They say I ain't living right +Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice +Livin' for tomorrow, hopin' for tonight +I'm just tryna live my life +They say I ain't living right +Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice +Livin' for tomorrow, hopin' for tonight +[Verse 1] +Push start cars, we can't fall +Started from the bottom now we here +Ran me up a mil, it took a year +Watch my closest niggas disappear +We ridin' drop tops whips in the summer +She keep checkin' in 'cause she know that I'm a winner +We gon' skip town just for dinner +We gon' keep it gutter, don't have no one in our business +Draped down in Fendi, she rockin' the latest +She say I'm the greatest, if I'm ollie then you later +Took a trip to the Barbados, and I'm still on paper +Shout out to my haters, they been motivating me lately +Came to fuck the game up, had to switch the wave up +Fuck me just don't lay up, on this codeine I can't stay up +Pitch a dub in a motor, just so they can't catch me +They tried to arrest me 'cause I'm icy like Wayne Gretzky +I'm a big bear like Tee Grizzley, these fuck niggas be sneak dissin' +This FN gon' stay with me, a nigga play that'll be the reason +G5 gone for a lot of seasons, Saks Ave, we done did Neimans +Them millions comin', I can damn see 'em +Long live Frank, I can see him breathin' +I got ten traps and they all beamin' +We done fucked the game up +They blowin' my name up +I just want the money, fuck the fame cuz +Came to switch the game up +[Chorus] +I'm just tryna live my life +They say I ain't living right +Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice +Hopin' for tomorrow, livin' for tonight +I'm just tryna live my life +They say I ain't living right +Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice +Hopin' for tomorrow, livin' for tonight +[Verse 2] +If tomorrow ain't promised then why should I wait? +If times still gon' be hard then why should I pray? +Seen my niggas fade away, from a cage to a grave +Solid niggas turned fake, seen it happen every day +Didn't expect it to happen, I thought you was solid +Still can't believe you not right here beside me +The money in front me, the bullshit behind me +My nigga forever, I thought we was riders +When we caught them cases both of us kept quiet +I just lost a friend to some gun play +Put my main bitch on the runway +Still servin' packs on the one way +Paying tithes Sunday, we gon' blow up one day +Magic on a Monday, shout out to the strippers +Lately I been feelin' it on another level +Savin' all the extras, I gotta be different +[Chorus] +I'm just tryna live my life +They say I ain't living right +Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice +Hopin' for tomorrow, livin' for tonight +I'm just tryna live my life +They say I ain't living right +Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice +Hopin' for tomorrow, livin' for tonight2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Ghetto Love* iTunes bonus track +[Inspectah Deck] +Come out your clothes, legs in the air +Give it to me raw, bout face in the chair +Looking so good, I swear +I might not make it to the room, I'mma take it right here +Can't focus, hand on your tits +Backyard clap, handcuffs on your wrist +Nothing that can handle the diss +Girl, you take it like a pro, with your hands on your lips +Butt out your weave when I please ya +We gon' bring down the house like Steve & Latifah +Act like you want it honey +Just one stroke from the rod, you be walking funny +And you don't really want to love me +Tap that ass so right, that you offer money +Take it like a champ, it's more than lovely +Take 'em to the bed when it's call me lovely +[Hook: Inspectah Deck (Hedonis)] +She like that ghetto love, hardcore, hair pull from the back +(That rated X love, keep it up, while I ride your lap) +I make you sweat, love (dont stop) how you like it that +Give it to me, girl, don't make a scene (give it to me, boy, I make you scream) +[Hedonis] +Uh, ride rough, whips and the handcuffs, you don't really want H to +Tell you what +In a birthday suit, all amped up, seen me, now smile for the cameras +Say cheese on your knees, don't you know a woman I need +This world we live in now, suck it up +Want a world watch, player tear it up +Scared of what I added up, chick from nine to ten +Better than the sex, is who gon' win, we at it again, yeah +From the bed to the floor, til the camera touch +Show me what you got, now you on top +Go deep like I just got shot +Bout to turn in my mouth, boy +Work-work-work that bad bone and let it all out cuz mami ain't home +Who's that bitch calling your phone, I'm grown, I'll slice a chick +Matter fact, who's pipe is it, it's tight as shit +Sexy chick, you found the right now, got two holes, you got to like one +[Hook] +[Inspectah Deck] +Grind on my lap, spinap tap +Baby gon' wind it behind it that +Squat like Tae Bo, side to back +Bring it to the front, now ride it back +Never mind the sack, get inside the track +From the bed to the floor I'mma ride the cat +Throw it back like you don't know how to act +Wanna hit from the side til it's time to nap +[Hedonis] +Uh, last night I had a ball, should of been on the alcohol +Have you ever had a chick this tall, made 'em beg for he dropped his drawers +Sucked so much it gave him lockjaw, me play shit, he play straw +Take away like a U Haul, yeah, cause shots like a pool hall, rack 'em up +Uh, why you acting up, hit your breaks, I'm backing up +Make shit cut, cut the malt liquor, off the page of all I'm made +To the miles house thugs get made, can't play a chick like an arcade +They said, keep the news on the mission +Hot box, and got it detention +[Hook] + +Ol’ Dirty’s Back[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] +What's up? Let's go +Let's go, man (Yo, girl, you heard that Dirty shit?) +Yo, Snoop Dogg +Yo, Dre (Yeah, yeah, yeah, that nigga taking over) +Yo, Too $hort, E-40, and The motherfucking Click +Enough respect to the West coast +Dun, dun, dun +Yo, Ol' Dirty Bastard coming through +Know what I'm saying? I got the East coast locked the fuck down (He taking over, that's his shit) +Know what I'm saying? Hear my shit, nigga (Brooklyn Zu, Brooklyn Zu) +Dirty, Dirty, Dirty, Brooklyn +[Verse 1: 12 O'Clock] +Shit is crazy real in the field +I watched niggas blood get spilled over five dollar bills +And major drug deals on the real +Seen a nigga get mills and his bitch get him killed +In this American dream to get some cream +You're owning a Beam, and your face in magazines +12 O'Clock maintains in the game +Bring the Pain, the smokin' method, mane +It's not all about the fame, silly ass dames +Get a gold record and you change +And for the niggas selling cocaine, you're to blame +Black people lives ain't the same +And that's the tale in my hood +Niggas is up to no good +You better watch 'em in them hoods +[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard] +I always thought living life was easy +Go to school, get a job, yo, it couldn't be me (Be me) +So instead, I played my bed +My momma got fed +And now a nigga living with a dread (A dread) +My best fuckin friend, knew him since ten +Nigga fed me cream, let me whip the Benz (The Benz) +Houses all over Texas (Texas) +Lightning gold Lexus (Lexus) +He had enough respect to dress this (Dress this) +Expensive Tim suits +Girl wearing fly Gucci boots (Gucci boots) +Put me on like pook (Pook) +Every morning that I awake +Ten G's in my fuckin' face +Combination to the safe (Combination to the safe) +Son runs our state +Carrying coke by the weight (Weight) +Make 'em put pounds in the weed gate (Weed gate) +And it's ran by Ol' Dirty (Dirty) +12 O'Clock, my little brother, he keeps it dirty (Dirty) +[Interlude: 12 O'Clock & Ol' Dirty Bastard] +Fuck all that motherfucking drug selling shit +I wanna see some motherfucking lyrics +I wanna hear some motherfucking lyrics +What up nigga, what? +Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha +Ha-ha +I got you, nigga +[Verse 3: 12 O'Clock & Ol' Dirty Bastard] +I'll rip mics on site, you know the type +New jack, this is my city like Wesley Snipes +Go fly a kite or somethin', make some muffins +I came up bad in the town like Charles Bronson +Knobs at your speaker and I'll do you for that reason (No you don't) +12 is no joke, I'll bring wreck through the seasons (No you don't, motherfucker) +All the men, killed ten, many more, but just when +That joker act, you can save for Jack Nicholson (What?) +[Verse 4: Ol' Dirty Bastard] +One, two, and three, through your rap fatigue +And the MC world is a minor league +What you speak, you swear it's unique +Or just a peak physique of an old antique +Don't expect a project, then it's bound to freeze +Your whole head is stuck and stiff like Siamese +I never liked rhymes that's incomplete +Then again, obsolete +I shall repeat, there's an easy street +For niggas who earned +You learned, you sojourned +Then you returned +As an intelligent, positive messenger +Not an experiment negative Lucifer +With the jittling gloss of grafted skin +Nothing like spring sauce of the true origin +Who would score? The wizard of war +Caveman best friend was a god damn dinosaur +No more jungle-like living from the Blue Lagoon +It's not an Animal House, National Lampoon +If you understand the what, when, why, how +Are you fellas who exempt, or to disallow +A fresh MC that will knock you down +I get you dizzy, spellbound like a merry-go-round +While I'm freaking, shall I expose? +You take what they take, on some recompose +A fresh MC is totally unique +Even the Devil said I'm totally unique + +Ever SinceYo, I'mma rise to the top cause it ain't in me to fail +Or die bustin' at the cops before they send me to jail +The same nigga ya serve with won't even send you the bail +And sail with some niggas tryin' to send me to hell +So whether +Rap or crack +Beats or streets +This summer I'm rockin' ice to beat the heat +Now I'm gonna cop a Benz 6 and tell 'em "Keep the Jeep +Keep the receipt, keep the change, keep the game." +As long as I keep the fame and keep my name +Kanye to the +Motherfuckin' West +She said, "You from The Outfit?" +I told her, "Motherfuckin' yes." +So every time I spit, it's got to be fresh +So whether freestyle or written +What's the point of rhyme? +I'd rather hear somethin' bitten, as long as it's hittin' +Wack niggas grab my tracks, just get to shittin' +My niggas grab they gats, just get to spittin' +Faggot niggas be like, "Uh huh, no he didn't." +But I did +Ever since I hooked with Syndicate +And shit +I've been blazin' niggas ever since +Ya heard me? +Blazin' niggas ever since + +Mmhhmm + +Chinese Marines[Verse 1: Raekwon] +Chinese marines, Jet black Beamers +That Aston blue screen, I was part of the Teamsters +Money hungry, yo meet the blingers +Avenue gun holders, blow a nigga open, no demons +All my niggas slinging +Yeah, perpetual lifestyle, knife style, welcome to the cleaners +Heavyweights, you gotta come see us +You right, one knee us +Welcome to the forest of the leaders +All I do is take money, come beat us, invisible lead +Start flying, lick the head, drop the ninas +Left feeling lucky like a genius +Play both sides like Serena, found dead in the steamers +Real niggas won't talk, real as a roach +Once the lights tone, Killa be Ghost +In the new shit, light blue Pilwig +Come through (you know we ain't do it) +Rocket launcher out the window, you shoot +[Verse 2: Havoc] +Got killers in the Benzes, canine senses +Everything covered from the exit to the entrance +Dedicated goons understand it's high stakes +Life out a nigga 'til his eyes dilate +It's a cold world, surely weather with the V bombs and leathers +With the fur on the collar, we 'bout major dollars +See the hoes, they holla, when they eat us and swallow +Cause we them dime dadas, get them top shoppers +Eyes on us, death to those that lied on us +And love forever for all my soldiers that cried for us +I put my mind on it, relax, get high on it +Y'all niggas ain't built, I was designed for it +Lame niggas fall back in our presence +Bow down to the king, when you see me, nah mean +I ain't playing with you +Yeah, you gonna take one for the team +Fucking dog crying, ever seen a grown man scream +[Verse 2: Prodigy] +You tacky like head rest TVs +Your value drop, you not worth these +Bacon strips we gets, you stay broke +We stay leaning in new red Rolls +Smoke stack lightening, coming out the crack black window +That's us getting high, letting things go +We getting it, the money don't stop +The beef don't cease, the drama gonna pop +Soon as we step in the spot, shots on me +Line 'em up, kill every single bottle they got +Yeah The drama gonna pop like the pipe bomb +I'm hyper, the son don't chill, Allah +You get burned, try and dap me +These hands are made for clapping +A round of applause for that dumb ass rap beat +Now, take a bath, stay your ass down +You lift your head back up, I'm blowing brains out + +Many MenNeed you to pray for me? Which leads you to want me to when I need to know where I'm heading because I know we both came up on the gritty streets of Jamaica, Queens to street kids now men just said head in this way. But before going into that, let's start from the beginning +The weight of the movement is cloud being done +Are you ready to do this? I'm ready to merge +This clan. Please give me across the street. Are you ready? I'm ready +I'm ready +They'll give me close to see let me go +Which there for me I'm destined to take my life away. You don't see that a watch this outcome in too many men. Man Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen +My god we get to read on the dominant and then a big fan. I'm going to grill King and I've been crying when I'm so special happened every time I'm the greatest. Something like the humble. So my gun got a tip and Nick Go ahead. Use your head. turn your back on me. I'm gonna chip on my shoulder Tom buck to clip in your face. Many many many men wish there were still many men. Many many. Wouldn't be special. If it wasn't for writing. Journal wouldn't feel so good if it wasn't for pain. Deaf got to be easy. Because life is hard. It is the physically mentally and emotionally scarred This is for Monday. Doing like behind bars I don't see only God can judge me cuz I see things clear. Quick this practice is I'm like posing Goodfellas like Malcolm by any means with a gun in my palm. Slim sweet side. But you want me to doubt many men? many many many many men wish death +And mercy only somewhere many many, many many many many men protected me but I still stay with my good My name is niggas keep sexy some bits don't put a hex on me know much. I got a tummy tuck. I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time, but you will get it nigga. You can read between the lines and the Bible says what goes around comes around. I'm gonna shot me three weeks later he got shot down. Now it's clear that I'm here for real reason. Because he got hit like I got hit but he fucking breathe. The sky and mercy only so many men, many, many, many, many men +He both came up on the gritty streets to make queens to streak is now meant to set head in this wayEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Release Yo’ Delf (Prodigy Remix)[Verse 1: Method Man] +Check it, I'm the fucking man, who they mention +Noticed that other niggas rap styles is bogus +Doo-doo compared to this versatile voodoo +Blazing, the stuff that ignites stimulation +Inside ya, cause I be that hell sure provider +Providing the rhyme that be deep as the Poseidon Adventure +Niggas need to test they freaking tincture +For the sickness that be spreading with the quickness +Remedies, cousin I be doing on my enemy +Penalty, then I drink forties to they memories +Emotion, coursing through your town street vicinity +Blunt smoke in the air reveals my identity +[Chorus: Method Man] +What's that rhythm, what's that sound? +Party people getting down +When it hit no doubt about +Just release, yo delf!! +[Break 1: Method Man] +Keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh +And keep it movin', you know we keep it movin', uh +Keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh +And keep it movin', you know we keep it movin', uh +And keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh +And keep it movin', you know we keep it movin', uh +And keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh +And keep it movin', you know we keep it move +RHARHHH! +[Verse 2: Method Man] +My God, somebody said it's on, if it is then I'll be set +To blow a nigga up with my "Five Fingers of Death" +I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand if you fronting +On any man down with the Clan, I be coming +For the headpiece you can't cope +For my brother, I bring it to the Pope, word to mother +Serial killer style from the Isles of Stat +My peoples are you with me, where you at? +Shit's getting deep in here, I mean like thick +Niggas looking all in my face like they want dick +It's about to hit the fan, hit the floor +That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no more +What is it? Niggas think they bigger +Because they got their finger on the trigger of a biscuit +They don't know I'm wicked when I start to kick it +Eat they raw sound, wash it down with a Mistic +Better yet a Snapple +Nigga want the juice but he don't want the hassle +So we're trying to overthrow the castle +Better yet the temple I'm coming to your town black down +The rental car, the pistol cocked +If you don't want to burn from the Glock +Then beware, I buck shots, meaning what? +The buck stops here, no more dough will be made +Unless it's being made by who? +[Chorus] +What's that rhythm, what's that sound? +Party people getting down +When it hit no doubt about +Just release, yo delf!! +[Break 2: Method Man] +Keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh +And keep it movin', you know we keep it movin', uh +And keep it +Movin', baby, we be movin', uh +And keep it movin', you know we keep it move +RHARHHH! +[Outro: Method Man] +"And keep it" +"And keep it" +"And keep it" +"And keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh" +"You know we keep it" +"We keep it movin'" + +Drug Free (Remix)[Ol' Dirty Bastard] +Kids, don't get high +Mothafuckas had me up in this mothafucka, last night and shit +I'm cocained the fuck up +Paranoid as a motha.. yo I'm paranoid as a fucka +Yeah, fuck that.. yo I fuck around and shit +I sprained both of my fuckin' fingers +This shit.. man a nigga need to get.. I'm tired of gettin' high like that +Ain't nobody came in my mothafuckin' school with no mothafuckin' drugs +Stop fuckin' wit me niggas, stop fuckin' wit me +Nigga, that shits all in my family, nigga +Stop fuckin' wit me, the fuck is you talkin' bout? +On the strength, what the fuck is you talkin' bout? +We've been here too many years to stop fuckin' wit me +Nigga I'm scared of the trigga +While I'm the life giver and the life taker +I'm your father-in-law, married to mother-in-law +Got the universe movin' in the form of the sea-saw +You killed 2Pac and Biggie, you know they was rollin' wit me +You paid for your stupidity +You can't do nothin' to me! I let your fuckin' eagle fly free +Nigga, I'm pioneerin' all the sound ya hearin' +Earth from steerin', high mountaineerin' +I sincerely fuck you up severly by the yearly +Keep the sky clearly +I'm straight from the seventies +Mockneck colors wit ya bitch ass disappearance +Give me clearance, I don't want no fuckin' interference! +I'm the Big Black Jesus! +Throw ya hands in the air! And wave 'em, fuckin' Wu don't care! +And if ya +'Bout It, 'Bout It+ +Like we're +'Bout It, 'Bout It+, let me hear ya say, "Oh yeah!" +Oh yeah! Well, oh yeah! +I smoke woolers too, I majored the dust +Uh, it's legal for me +I drink everything, I don't give a fuck +It's part of the universe +Hey, what else I do? I do what I do +Man, fuck that! I stays high! +I don't give a fuck! +[Trigg'nomm] +Yo yo yo I don't stop at the booze, no not, can't drop the tool +So no to C.Rules and go to these schools +Now who thinkin' elementary, class +I be see no to ecstacy and hash +Headed to the penitentiary one way +Blackin' out sippin', dust plus gun play +Knucklehead nigga in a stolen Hyundai +Sip this two, a one-to-three on Monday +If I'd have stayed in school and said no to drugs +I'd probably just be what my moms thought I was +I probably wouldn't be here pleadin' with the judge +And bitchin', it's silly, hope the God forgive it +[Ol' Dirty Bastard] +(Yeah) Kids, don't use drugs! (What what what what? M.M.O!) +Durg Free! Drug Free! Drug Free! +Durg Free! Drug Free! Drug Free! +Drug Free! Drug Free! +{*beat cuts off*} +Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun +Dunh, do-do-do-duh-duh-duh +Dun-dun-dun +Maybe I was a fool, dun-do-na-na-na +When you say gettin' high wasn't cool, do-na-na-na +When I got used to this stuff, dun-duh-na-na-na +{*snorting*} Wasn't enough.. +{*beat comes back in*} +Drug Free! Drug Free! Drug Free! +[Itchy-Fingas Sha] +Eh-yo, we worldwide, Drug Free but we all hide +Pumpin' adrenaline through all sides +Most guys need coke to cope, the only smoke I choke +Is when I burn niggas verse for verse +My drug caper, stoppin' ya heart just like a pacemaker +We hold weight so we cross trainers +And headbangers with these black Rangers +Feds tryin' to contain us +Cuz we live dangerous, drug paraphanelias +My life changes, switch up frames in different angles +Crack'll leave ya dead or with shackles on ya ankles +Loves and thank yous, but it's a privelage for me +Givin' 'em Drug Free style, M.M.O., O.D.B +[Outro: M.M.O.] +Baby.. Baby Jesus, Baby Jesus +Deadly Venoms - Chameleon, Poison, Scorpion, Viper +Chameleon, Poison, Scorpion, Viper + +Paradise[Chorus] +Yeah, paradise, yeah (Yeah) +It's somewhere that I never been before (Oh) +Yeah, I just wanna be there when I wake up (Wake up) +Yeah, like you better with no makeup (Makeup, no, yeah) +Yeah, paradise, yeah (Yeah) +It's somewhere that I never been before (Oh) +Yeah, I just wanna be there when I wake up (Wake up) +Yeah, like you better with no makeup (Makeup, no, yeah, yeah) +[Verse 1] +Baby, you like me, like the way you stay clean +Alexander the Wang, Alexander McQueen +You doing your little thing, you rocking Balmain +I'm rocking Mr. Completely, the 424 jeans +I started touring (I started touring) +My life is the opposite of "My life is oh-so boring" +Yeah, you know so turnt up (Woo) +[Chorus] +Paradise, yeah (Yeah) +It's somewhere that I never been before (Oh) +Yeah, I just wanna be there when I wake up (Wake up) +Yeah, like you better with no makeup (Makeup, no, yeah) +[Verse 2] +My phone ignore it (My phone ignore it) +When you be calling (When you be calling) +I started balling (I started balling) +You stopped your stalling (You stopped your stalling) +That Range, I park it, I drove a Rover +I skrrt, I skrrt it, yeah, I swerve and drive it just like I stole it +[Bridge] +And she right on my side 'cause she's the boldest +Our style's the coldest, style's the coldest +We liplock until our lips are swollen +Live in the moment, good times is golden +I'm not gonna lie, you got me open, yeah +Yeah, but that's only in the moment, yeah (That's only in the moment) +[Chorus] +Yeah, paradise, yeah (Yeah) +It's somewhere that I never been before (Oh) +Yeah, I just wanna be there when I wake up (Wake up) +Yeah, like you better with no makeup (Makeup, no, yeah) +[Outro] +Yeah, paradise, yeah +It's somewhere that I never been before +Yeah, I just wanna be there when I wake up +Yeah, like you better with no makeup28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Gucci Gucci FreestyleOne big room full of bad bitches x8 +Fu got the weed, Marl got the gun +They say numbers don't lie +Bitch, I'm not the one +Hammers in ya face, this is not a dream +And you get in every page in this magazine +Bumping UGK, talking about a murder +We roll a Dr. Jay and then we light that Julius Erving +I got pussy on the way and pussy on the way out +Life is a beach and these hoes trying to lay out +Tunechi, Tunechi, tote the tooly +Fuck around and pop ya +My homies got that white girl +Call it Lady Gaga +Glock for Tini, nina colada +Suck, swallow, semen, saliva +I'm going at your collar +Fuck you hoe niggas! +Weezy go hard, you bitches go figure +Diamonds in my teeth like I'm a fucking dope dealer +You're a dead man walking: Michael Jackson Thriller +I'm in one big room, full of bad bitches.. +(I'm in one big room, full of bad bitches) +It goes: Tunechi, Tunechi +Tote the tooly, fuck around and pop ya +My homies got that white girl +Call it Lady Gaga +It goes: Tunechi, Tunechi +Tote the tooly,to fuck around and pop ya +Back where I started on my set, in black +All chrome Glock looking like a platinum plaque +We don't pack extra clips, we pack extra Gats +And all my hoes dirty like welcome mats +Til the wheels fall off: I can fix a flat +If you're scared go to church and get a scripture tat +Guns the size of children, now don't be childish +Be with wild-ass niggas and I am the wildest +I'm a motherf-cker, call me Weezy baby +And on the end of the barrel I got a sweet potato +My life is a movie, I got a leading lady +My rooftop drop back like Tom Brady +I got the world in my hands, skateboard n' my vans +And all my boys stay strapped like we live in Iran +I know what I can do, so bitch I do what I can +Drop that Sorry 4 the Wait, man +I'm just sayingEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Animal[Verse 1] +I be on my animal, I'm trained with the pipe +You know niggas, they be acting, they ain't made for this life +Niggas bitches, they be tricking, gave my main nigga life +I can't tell, on my baby, I can't give 'em no advice +Mouth duct taped, cause I can't snitch, O.T.F. we in this bitch +We was broke and now we rich, got me feeling like I'm Mitch +Niggas tripping, ain't gon' lie +I've been hustling all my life +I've been rapping all my life +Drop my van's, I'm the man +Free Lil Law , and free Lil Jam +Get my hitters out the jail +I spend money on the ground +So you know I got that work +Niggas talking, my name Durk +True Religion's and a shirt +Got a Mac, ? +Ain't no talking cause I told you +[Chorus] +I'm a animal +I got my chopper in the trunk and I'mma damage you +I got my niggas in the cut, and they punish you +I got my shooters with the scope, and they aim at you +Cause we some animals +And I'm a animal +I got the chopper in the trunk, and I'mma damage you +I got my niggas in the cut, and they punish you +I got my shooters with the scope, and they aim at you +Cause I'm a animal, cause I'm a animal +[Verse 2] +All my life I do me, I'm riding and I'm totting +What I'm smoking is potent, I rub her like a Trojan +300, know she going +Yeah, I know she going +And I know she going, like Shady bitch I go in +Fake Forgiato, that shit I don't like +Color truck cream, cause that coka come in all type +Money dancing wicked Louie, we be in it all night +All night, all night +And my wrist barely bright +I be sipping white Remy, I be on my boss shit +All white clothes, today indicted my closet +How you piss I'm the shit, ho's spin like the toilet +40 get your dirty mouth clean, chewing Orbit +I be in the factory, stacks in my Truey' +And my belt Louie, rolling off of Gucci +Bad bitches on me like I hopped up out a movie +All white everything, winning never losing +[Chorus] +I'm a animal +I got my chopper in the trunk and I'mma damage you +I got my niggas in the cut, and they punish you +I got my shooters with the scope, and they aim at you +Cause we some animals +And I'm a animal +I got the chopper in the trunk, and I'mma damage you +I got my niggas in the cut, and they punish you +I got my shooters with the scope, and they aim at you +Cause I'm a animal, cause I'm a animal1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Future SoundsLyrics from Snippet +[Verse: Travis Scott] +I can see the future is lookin' like we level through the sky +I can't wait to live in glory and eternal lastin' life +Won't you take the wheel? I'll recline and I'll sit still +Might as well turn up now, he gon' pop up unannounced +To the trumpets, do you like the way it sounds? +[Pre-Chorus: Kanye West] +I cannot take another ounce (Ah) +Runnin' through the clouds +I can hear my thoughts so loud +I can hear their drums so loud +Do you like the way it sounds? +Feel like I've been gone for a while +But there ain't no turnin' back now +People washed away in droves +Those drums, not those drugs +Do you like the way it sounds? +[Chorus: Victory Elyse Boyd] +Do you like the way, like the way it sounds? +Do you like the way, like the way it sounds? +Do you like the way, like the way it sounds? +Do you like the way, like the way it sounds? +Do you like the way, like the way it sounds? +Do you like the way, like the way it sounds? +Do you like the way, like the way it sounds? +Do you like the way, like the way it sounds? + +Cousins(Doc Gineco) +Moi j'doute parfois j'ai envie d'pêcher +Regarde nous, essayes donc d'écouter +Lis seul, avoir du goût, dans l'rap en français +Ca f 'ra kiffer les cains-ri et ça tu l'sais +Ca m'donne le fou-rire, mais y a pire +Etudier pour l'entreprise, qu'elle prenne tout ... ma matiére grise +Chez Virgin Rue, y a qu'des innocents +J'suis l'messager, j'aime pas l'argent +J'ai l'sens de l'humour....noir +J'fais d'la médecine, et j'suis médecin +Un protecteur ... à l'écriture ... libre +Avec du fric, c'est la fin du générique +La radio, me dit l'heure qu'il est.. +Et ce rappeur me dit le temps qu'il fait... +(Cilvaringz) +Yo, all you analog Manchu Dirty Rotten shits +Pointin' Fingers at my high-frequency relationships +We Fam son, Wu-Tang International +Lacerate the analog, fabricate that Digital +Track, mingles with my tiger mental on the beast +Slice a physical with the RZA lotus leaf +Allah savagely impoint, evaporatin' Shieks +My crane slash tarantula, conquerin' the East +You must be flippin' +To come across the force of the razor whippin's +I be swingin' at you chickenheads +You're fuckin' with my Cousins, Doc Gyne' +We're all Cousins, Doc, Cil and Bob Digi +(Doc Gineco) +Révéler une star, pour faire du bénéf +Je suis faible et j'suis à gauche +Je suis le chef, le proprio +Que vive les femmes par ma chair et mes os +Délit non-intentionnel... +Quand j'te cause, elles sont pas en cause +Tous les pensants seraient choqués +Ma bouche... ne saurait se taire +J'aime trop les femmes en solitaire +J'ai une identité nouvelle pour toutes les femelles +{*3X*} +Ouais...remet..remet...remet....please +(RZA) +Yo, one taste of the applehead, shorty wop wants to marry it +The weight on my mind, the average woman couldn't carry it +Bob Digi-tech in mix-matched shoes and gold specs +Gravitation pull to the opposite sex +Most dynamic superb universal black woman +Ain't nothin' in the universe like a black woman +With love and treasure deeper than any gold nugget +Drug kid, make you go across a nigga head like Razor Ruddock +Attackin' y'all, my pressure be backin' y'all against the wall +Have it rainin' Ninja Starz and rubbin' alcohol +And razor blades, watch your life fade away +You get decay, yo.. BOODOODOODOO +One came for the money, one came for the pussy +One came to be a star, one came to play hookey +One came to catch a vic, one came to stick shit + +Tell Him[Intro] +Yo, he-he, tell him um, (Huuu) +It's like, uhh, you know, uhh +Sweet, sweet, sweet +Tell him +Uhh +Mmm-m-m-m +[Verse 1] +Let me be patient, let me be kind +Make me unselfish without being blind +Though I may suffer, I'll envy it not +And endure what comes (Daah) +'Cause he's all that I got (Uuu) tell him (Aha) +[Refrain] +Tell him I need him (Yeah) +Tell him I love him (Tell him who it hit) +And it'll be alright (It'll be alright) +And tell him (Tell him) +Tell him I need him (Be alright) +Tell him I love him (Tell him I love him) +It'll be alright (Be alright) +[Verse 2] +Now I may have faith (I may have faith) to make mountains fall +(To make mountains fall) +But if I lack love, then I am nothin' at all +I can give away (I can give away) everything I possess +But left without love then I have no happiness +I know I'm imperfect (I know I'm imperfect), and not without sin +(Not without sin, nah) +But now that I'm older, all childish things end (Ohh) +And tell him (Tell him) +[Refrain] +Tell him I need him (Tell him I need him) +Tell him I love him (Ha-ah) +And it'll be alright (It'll be alright) +Tell him (Tell him) +Tell him I need him (Tell him) +Tell him I love him (Tell him) (Be alright) +It'll be alright (Be alright) +Oh, yeah +[Bridge] +I'll never be jealous (I'll never be jealous) +And I won't be too proud (Houu) +'Cause love is not boastful (Noo) +Oooh and love is not loud +Tell him I need him (Tell him I need him) +Tell him I love him (Tell him I love him) +Everything is gonna (Everything), is gonna be (Everything) alright +Ya-eee-ya-eee-ya-eee-ya-eee-ya-eee-ya-eee-ya-eee-ya-eee +Uuu-u-uu (Uuu) +Yeah, yeah, oh yeah +Uuu-u-uu (Uuu) +Ah-ah-ah +[Verse 3] +Now I may have wisdom (I may have wisdom) +And knowledge on Earth +But if I speak wrong, ooh, then what is it worth? (What is it worth?) +See what we now know is nothing compared +To the love that was shown when our lives were spared (Uuh) +And tell him (Tell him) +[Refrain] +Tell him I need him (Tell him I need him) +Tell him I love him (Love him) +And it'll be alright (It'll be alright) +Oh-oh-oh +Tell him (Tell him) +Tell him I need him (I need you) +Tell him I love him (Be alright) +Be alright (Be alright) +Oh-oh-oh (It's gonna be alright) +Tell oh-oh him (It's gonna be alright, in the morning) (Tell him) +Tell him I need him, oh (Be alright) +It'll be alright (It's gonna be alright) +Oh-oh-oh, yeah, yeah (I need you) +When the, when the evening comes, oh +In the night time +In the morning +In the evening baby tell him +Tell him + +Black Widow Pt. 2[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] +That's right, that's right, that's right, that's right, that's... +Yeah, check this shit out +Know what I'm sayin'? This is dedicated to all my hoes +Know what I'm sayin'? +All my babies' mothers, know what I'm sayin'? +All my bitches, know what I'm sayin'? Let me tell a motherfucker something +Ya'll motherfuckers want this money, bitch? +You better earn this motherfuckin' money +[Pre-verse] +Bitch, let me show you somethin' +My name Dirt Dog, bitch, ain't no frontin' +Bitch, let me show you somethin' +My name Dirt Dog, bitch, ain't no frontin' +Bitch, let me show you somethin' +My name Dirt Dog, bitch, ain't no frontin' +Aaah! +[Verse 1] +Walkin' down the street, dark, dark night +Saw a pretty girl, bitch caught my sight +Bitch, so fine—fine as can be +Bitch, you know you belong to me +Drove over, said, "How you be?" +Bitch, you know my name Dirt Dog, dirt MC +"Dirt Dog—I know what you about." +"Bitch, get the fuck in the car!" Drove her to my house +Aaaah, to my house +Open the door, take off your clothes +Throw her on the floor, took off my clothes +Showed her my dick, "Bitch, dis somethin' that you'll never forget." +On the first pump she started to scream +On the second pump she thought she had a bad dream +On the third pump she started to cry +"Dirt Dog, I don't wanna die!" +"Just, shut the fuck up!" +Pussy ain't nothin' but the skin of ya bone +You can fuck it, you can suck, you can leave it alone +25 cents is the regular price +50 cent, you can fuck it twice +75 cent, you can fuck it to the bone +And a dollar' worth—leave it alone! +[Skit: RZA + Raekwon + woman] +[Produced by RZA] + +Weezy Baby[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Yeah +My girl get in at 1:15 a.m. (Yeah) +The guitar's cryin' right now +Just a couple things that's goin' on in my life, you know? +Yeah +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Brim leanin' (Yeah), cup tilted (Yeah) +Blunt flickin' (Yeah), get money, fuck bitches (Hah) +Young Weezy (Woah), young pimpin' (Ow), she love it (Yeah) +I keep goin', she keep cummin', what you know 'bout it? (Nothin') +So 'bout it (Yeah), like Master P (Who?) +But no coward (Uh-uh) +No, I am no Howard the Duck, duck (Baow) +Lead showers (Yeah), black flowers (Yeah) +Black dresses (Yeah), two hours (Yeah) +Closed casket, uh (Aw) +My dough tactics is so crafty (Yes) +No laughter (Uh) +I do that after I get the dough, bastards (Stupid) +I get the dough faster (Yes), what if I flowed faster? (Damn) +Like, oh, Nancy, the four's plastic, automatic, I'm (Ow) +More drastic, you're no-names compared to me (Yeah) +Who are you? Where are ya? +I can't see you, you're air to me (Nothin') +You're not there to me (Nothin') +I ain't fuckin' with you bitch niggas (Hah) +I'm fucking your sis, nigga, it's Weezy (Yeah) +[Chorus: Nikki & Lil Wayne] +If you gon' call him Weezy (Yeah, yeah, y-yeah, that's, that's me) +Then you must say the Baby (Bitch, please say the baby) +If you don't say the Baby (And if you don't say the baby) +Then just don't say it at all (Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up, bitch, yeah) +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, I'm slick as an old mack, I'm (Yeah) +Sick as a Prozac (Yeah), and Tha Carter I was the (Hah) +Dick for you hoes' trap, and (Ah) this is Tha Carter II and (Yeah) +This is the bozack, ah (Ow), diggin' you hoes back (Bitch) +Quick if I blow back, I (Yeah), got it, gone, Rabbit (Oh) +Fast, my daddy Rabbit's at home, what up, pa? (What up?) +What up, Pac? (What up?), what up, Pun? (What up?) +What up, Big? (What up?), what up, Soulja? (What up?) +As the streets get colder, I get chillier (Yeah) +What up, Left Eye? (What up?), what up, Aaliyah? (What up?) +Yeah, TEC-9 close by, touch 'em up (Yeah) +I shoot niggas in the mouth, boy, pucker up (Mwah) +Sweet succotash (Yeah), gee, golly, what the fuck? (Ow) +Where the hell all these new pussy rappers come from? (Huh?) +I chew 'em up like bubble gum, yum, yum +Young Weezy so troublesome, what-what? (Ow) +[Chorus: Nikki & Lil Wayne] +If you gon' call him Weezy (That's, baby, that's me) +Then you must say the Baby (I said do me a favor, please say the Baby) +If you don't say the Baby (But if you don't say the baby) +Then just don't say it at all (Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up, bitch) +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +I ain't talkin' fast, you just listenin' too slow (Yeah) +I'm gettin' them Benjamins, can serve like the Wimbledon (Yeah) +If I'm in any predicament, nervous? Never that +Got a gat to knock whoever back, back, very flat +Chest caved in, mess on the pavement +Splat, cherry wax, rrah, bury that (Hah) +Rats, scary cat (Hah), rrat, carry that (Hah) +Hollygrove triggerman, guns in a knapsack, yeah +Area code five-zero-four (Yeah) +I am Nino fuckin' Brown and this is Tha Carter, ho (Woah) +This is a quarter, stick this in ya garter, ho +Leave out the back and go straight to the corner store (Hah) +Return with the cake, come with all my dough (Yeah) +If not, they find you in a lake in the morning, ho (Oh) +Weezy Baby, please say the Baby (Hey, hey) +If not, don't you motherfuckin' say it at all, oh (Bitch) +[Chorus: Nikki & Lil Wayne] +If you gon' call him Weezy (Baby, that's me) +Then you must say the Baby (Say the Baby) +If you don't say the Baby (If you don't say the baby) +Then just don't say it at all (Shut the, shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up, bitch) +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +It's real pimpin', uh +It's real pimpin' goin' on like bitch +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +You could be my bitch +Uh, uh-uh-uh +It's real pimpin', real nigga, ow12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Dying To Be Me[Chorus] +I don't know +And I don't care why they hate me, to me it's so funny +Cause while they're all hatin', I'm gettin' this money +Think they just so mad and I be laughin', bitch +I'm good even when I'm baddest +Is there a doctor in the house for the bitches I make sick +I gotta keep a condom cause they stay on my dick +Can I get a moment of silence please? +Rest in peace to the bitches that's dying to be me +Dying to be me, dying to be me +[Verse 1] +Hair done, brows waxed +Lashes laced, lips MAC'd +Nails nice, toes match +My clothes from Bergdorf Goodman, shoes from Saks +Now the bag is dope, the jewels is crack +And I pulled up in the what-the-fuck-is-that? +And this pretty face really don't help +It's practically masturbation the way I'm feelin' myself +And I'm not alone, nah, the dudes be on me +I mean when I'm regular in my Abercrombies +Tank top, flip flops, no makeup, hardly +They still can tell I got a body-ody +I don't need no friends, I'm a one-bitch army +They say I'm a ton of fun, like a walkin' party +This is my prerogative like my name was Bobby +Dial 646 that bitch, you wanna call me +[Chorus] +I don't know +And I don't care why they hate me, to me it's so funny +Cause while they're all hatin', I'm gettin' this money +Think they just so mad and I be laughin', bitch +I'm good even when I'm baddest +Is there a doctor in the house for the bitches I make sick +I gotta keep a condom cause they stay on my dick +Can I get a moment of silence please? +Rest in peace to the bitches that's dying to be me +Dying to be me, dying to be me +[Verse 2] +I'm pretty, attitude shitty +Do I think about care these hoes? Not really +I mean really, I kinda understand +No one likes the bitch that's fuckin' their man +But damn I got swag and he's into fashion +He said I be killin 'em, fatal attraction +I'm a 1 + 9, call me MAC 10 +You a 5, I'ma call you Jackson +They say I talk mad shit, that's a fact +But ain't none of these bum bitches smack me yet +I be so lit, cute as ever +I go all the places you could never +My bag say GG or CC +Some say MJ or CD +A few got MK or LV +Your bag say H&M or AMP +[Chorus] +I don't know +And I don't care why they hate me, to me it's so funny +Cause while they're all hatin', I'm gettin' this money +Think they just so mad and I be laughin', bitch +I'm good even when I'm baddest +Is there a doctor in the house for the bitches I make sick +I gotta keep a condom cause they stay on my dick +Can I get a moment of silence please? +Rest in peace to the bitches that's dying to be me +Dying to be me, dying to be me +[Bridge] +I'm sittin' in the drop that look like cotton candy +That's probably why they say they can't stand me +Their man be all in me every time we fuck +That's probably why they say they hate my guts +My buzz is so crazy and they can't take it +That's probably why they say I'm aggravatin' +I'm killin' y'all broke bitches and all y'all hasbeens +Put my condolences and flowers on your caskets +[Chorus] +I don't know +And I don't care why they hate me, to me it's so funny +Cause while they're all hatin', I'm gettin' this money +Think they just so mad and I be laughin', bitch +I'm good even when I'm baddest +Is there a doctor in the house for the bitches I make sick +I gotta keep a condom cause they stay on my dick +Can I get a moment of silence please? +Rest in peace to the bitches that's dying to be me +Dying to be me, dying to be me + +PrisonerI am a prisoner in my own city +(...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Greatness[Intro] +[Verse 1] +Ain't no mistaken on the position we placin' +We placed with a certain ambition that got'em amped and they wishin' +That these opportunities maybe served like dishes with some persistence +We made these misses into missions with no inter-missions +The vision is met precision precisely u cannot stop that collision +I'll say it nicely like aright G my mic be my weapon of mass destruction +Or mass Construction while your ass on umption whether he's about make +To make an eruption or is he gone stop no he's gone pop and that's word to MJ +He the king of that bring it back but I ain't talking bout that line though +I'm talking bout the time I'm already let for the track na,na,na!gimme that +Lemme show you how I beat the beat now be decease I mean cease thee +Don't let me bring the heat cause you could feel it even in the sea +So stop with ya A's an B's now watch me Double the these syllables +And kill these words like Disyllable Diabolical but enough with all +The dying we gotta live it up like the Mayans Da Prodigy is just tryin' +So this is just ah minor fraction of what I got in my mind and u niggas +Need to get your timing before u step to clock less now watch us just watch us! +Hold up I got this now pick it up pick pocket flow with it an don't stop it +Don't stop it cause if ya drop it you gone remember that ya had it +So just watch me have it Da Prodigy boy Team Infamous and we have this like +[Hook] +Uuuhhh this is greatness an you know it my team show it and we glowin' +Cause we focus like like uuuhhh this is greatness so be patient +Cause our patience is gone make it now watch me take it like like +Uuuhhh this is greatness an you know it my team show it and we glowin +Cause we focus like like uuuhhh this is greatness so be patient +Cause our patience is gone make it now watch me take it like like +[Verse 2] +You have no idea I spit it then I rip it and I gotta give it more +Catch me on the go try to catch a flow while I strike a pose that's right +I'm hitting any poser if they come closer right in the nose then I gotta show +That I'm two of the best cause I'm too good for one of the best now watch me lay +The competition to rest because I'm restless or maybe that's just my big ego +Cause he know I always win but I never really blow now that's what we call dry air +And until I'm air to the throne I'mma just take my time be on my grind young +Gotta homie feeling like 99.1 I'm done +[Hook] +[Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +G.O.O.D. Friday[Produced by Kanye West] +[Intro: Kanye West] +Party people in the place to be +You are now in the midst of a real emcee +Throw your hands in the air if you real as me +Oooooooh! OW! +[Hook: Kid Cudi, Charlie Wilson, & Kanye West] +Ugh, ugh, la-la-la (Hey, ugh) +La la la la-la +La la la la-la +(They say, ahh) Are you +(La la la, ayy) Ready to go? +(La la la la-la) I know the city getting ready for me +(La la la la-la) I know the city getting ready +[Verse 1: Kanye West] +Such an easy morning, we on a ride +And I'm feeling smooth as the way the Benz drive +Turn the radio down if they playing that bullshit +They don’t want black people to think and drive +[Verse 2: Common & Common & Kanye West] +He think he live, he think he cold +He think I’m high, I’m in thinker mode +Eyes lowed, I let the sky hold the thoughts +The streets are like the high road that I go across, ugh +[Verse 3: Kanye West] +I mean, my whole team 'bout to smash the streets +The Phillip Lim remind them that it’s Fashion Week +And the weather was unbearably hot +Did I mention that the sweater was a Jeremy Scott? +Did I mention G.O.O.D. Music, and forever we hot? +[Hook: Kid Cudi, Kanye West, & Kid Cudi & Kanye West] +Are you +Motherfucker, are you ready or not? +Ready to go? (Ugh) +I know the city getting ready for me +I know the city getting ready +Are you +Ready to go? +I know the city getting ready for me +I know the city getting ready +[Bridge: Kanye West & Charlie Wilson] +This goes out to the hardcore hip-hop (Can’t stop!) +You... can’t stop! +This goes out to the all core hip-hop (Can’t stop) +La la la la-la +You... can’t stop! +La la la la-la +[Verse 4: Pusha T & Kid Cudi] +As Ye flips the piano +The mood swings like the change of a channel +He’s heating up like they wrapped him in flannel +Selling kilos through your iPod Nano +Cocaine vandal, I induct scandal +Money drive you crazy—look at Marbury’s handle +Vaseline face, reminiscent of my tires +Ice cream paint job, something like Breyer's +Euro tank top, Dior-inspired +Sell it to you hard, no assembly required +Yuugh! On 2012 in 2010 +Which makes this a time machine, not just any Benz +Floss for the members of the gang with the 20 in +Are you +While haters wish death upon me, that’s many men +Ready to go +Yeah, and if he slam you on your paper route +I know the city getting ready for me +Stop talking, motherfucker, pull your paper out +I know the city getting ready for me +[Hook: Kid Cudi, Charlie Wilson, Big Sean, & Kanye West] +(Ahh) Are you +(La la la) Ready to go? +(La la la la-la) I know the city getting ready for me +(La la la la-la) I know the city getting ready +(And let me hear you say, "Ahh", hey!) Are you +(La la la) Ready to go? +We smoking on that... (La la la la-la) +I know the city getting ready for me +We choking on that... (La la la la-la) +I know the city getting ready (Big Sean!) +[Verse 5 Big Sean & Kanye West] +Now tell me, do it feel good? Well, all right +Don’t worry, we gon' be here all night +And you know a nigga rep that Westside (Hanh?) +Westside (Hanh?), Westside +So t—t—tell me, who the freshest of them all? +They claiming that they fresh, they ain’t fresher than my balls +A nigga suited fresh like I'm headed to the ball +Emcee hunting season, putting heads up on the wall +I sneak-peeked ahead while we headed to the loft +Man, I always thought with the head inside my drawers +I guess that's why in school +My grades went from A's to B's to Cs +All over double-Ds, I be absent all week +This is for my niggas, all the ones I ride for (My niggas) +Man, that’s the fam, we let ‘em in through the side door +Hold on, that’s the girl you gave a wedding ring? (What?) +Man, me and my niggas nutted on her everything (Haha) +[Drum Break] +[Interlude: Charlie Wilson] +And let me hear you say, "Ahh" +La la la +La la la la-la +La la la la-la +And let me hear you say, "Ahh" (Ahh) +La-la-la (Oh, yeah) +La-la-la-la-la (Oh, oh, oh) +La-la-la-la-la (Ooh wee) +[Verse 6: Kanye West] +Now, put your hands up to the sky +Until the day in that we die +And we'll be here all evening +G.O.O.D. Fridays, I hope you have a nice weekend +[Hook: Kid Cudi] +Are you +Ready to go? +I know the city getting ready for me +I know the city getting ready +Are you +Ready to go? +I know the city getting ready for me +I know the city getting ready +Are you +Ready to go? +I know the city getting ready for me +I know the city getting ready +Are you +Ready to go? +I know the city getting ready for me +I know the city getting ready +[Outro: Kid Cudi] +I know the city getting ready for me +I know the city getting ready + +The Mechanic[Intro: 50 Cent] +Niggas trying to front? We move on them +One up 'side the waist, squeeze the Ruge on them +Next day we outside like who want it? +Niggas think something is sweet until we move on them +Yeah, niggas want to front? We move on them +Go through that block they pump, wave that Uzi at them +Next day we in the hoopties looking for them +Niggas think something is sweet until we move on them +[Hook: 50 Cent & (Tony Yayo)] +I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit +I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips +(Called the mechanic, Niggas on that snitch shit +Talking that slick shit) +I know how to fix this +I'm the Mechanic +[Verse 1: 50 Cent] +With a hard head; a nigga head open, he soft +I provide these services, we breaking them off +I'm a familiar face from the land of the lost +I used to be a worker bee, now a nigga a boss +It's like every now and then I'm back to being a Mechanic +I split a nigga head, I'm a grease monkey with it +My Momma told me "Baby Boy, the Lord going to bless us" +The dope bought us shit the food stamps couldn't get us +Man, they don't understand, we were just trying to make it +But where I'm from if you want shit, you got to take it +I'm a Trojan of War, I get it done like Achilles +My Tre pound will cut a nigga down on the str-id-eets (streets) +I never had drama with Spics, Jews, or Guineas +But once over a bitch a nigga tried to kill me +I was coming out his projects, I let off the semi +You asking about Nedgme, they know me +[Hook: 50 Cent & (Tony Yayo)] +I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit +I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips +(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit +Talking that slick shit) +I know how to fix this +I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit +I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips +(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit +Talking that slick shit) +I know how to fix this +I'm the Mechanic +[Bridge: Tony Yayo] +We don't play that pussy shit, we move on them +We put that work in, nigga, we move on them +Shorty, I know you ain't scared. We move on them +Here, the hammer right here. Now move on them +[Verse 2: 50 Cent] +Niggas is loose, I grab the cig and tighten niggas up +I lost my path in the dark, I'm lighting niggas up +I'm the school yard with your kid playing dodge ball +Then out come the hammer, can shorty dodge those? +I got a few screws missing, maybe even a bolt +A few shooters with me, down to go for the fall +I say "Get'em!" they get to killing like I'm running the court +Then get down with these around. The hulks in your throat +This is not amateur night and this ain't the Apollo +Ain't nothing saying the sun is coming out tomorrow +Your arm is broke and the promise of Death is coming +So if you want for me that homicide, I'm gunning +[Hook: 50 Cent & (Tony Yayo)] +I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit +I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips +(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit +Talking that slick shit) +I know how to fix this +I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit +I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips +(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit +Talking that slick shit) +I know how to fix this +I'm the Mechanic +[Verse 3: 50 Cent] +Money buys guns, paranoia comes +When the drama comes, go ahead pussy run +Friends turned foes, Daddy girl's turn hoes +In the penitentiary hearts turn cold +Some turn snitch for State's evidence +While the big boys with the blow keep getting rich +When the drama comes they way they don't fucking panic +They hop on the phone quick to holler at mechanics +[Hook: 50 Cent & (Tony Yayo)] +I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit +I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips +(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit +Talking that slick shit) +I know how to fix this +I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit +I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips +(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit +Talking that slick shit) +I know how to fix this +I'm the MechanicEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +I Feel Like Fuckin Something[Repeat 2X] +Do it +Do it, now, now, uh do it now +Now, now uh do it now gul +[Verse 1: Wayne] +Hot Boy Baby, stop for a woman with her clothes off +Get hed, then doze off +This bed is so soft, this dick is so hard +End all the bullshit as soon as I pull it out +Then I put it, push it, in and out +That's that good shit, that gushy, I work them out yea +She said her guy can't satisfy her +Now she cumma cumma cumma cumma cumma chameleon +She comes and gooooes, my ho +And I love her, love her, love her, I love her, I really do +But I don't hook or handcuff her, that's not somethin' I do, yea +[Hook: 2X] +Reel: I feel like fuckin' somethin', I feel like fuckin' somethin' +Wayne: I'mma step to the girl, I'mma let her know my name +She gon' look at her girlfriend like bitch I'mma leave you, yep! +[Verse 2] +I don't want no problems, I just wanna fix that problem +If your problem be that nigga, mama, I will be that nigga +You should have yourself a drink, I get through and +Your girls about to go peace, I get you in +The V.I.P. with me, now talk to your girls, V-I-P I be +Cause I do it, large +IPod, the coolet muthafucka that you prolly ever saw +To the bar we spar, lovetaps, later on we turn that to war, yea +[Hook] +[Verse 3] +OK ma, I hear you sayin' I can hit, that's good +Wat about this nigga I'm with? he good +That's my nigga Trill Reel, Reel show her wat you do... +That's how me move so, baby lets move slow +Mami that's too slow, keep up with the groove +We gon' get to wrestlin', messin' with your breasts +Since you come through in a dress, now I'm undoin' your dress +Yea, I got my 1,2, my 1,2 in effect +I'm the young dude, that's sprung, you come through and get wet +And yes I..know I..ease 'em when I please 'em +The people downtown never want me to leave 'em +Ohhh +[Hook] +Do it +I said do itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +​white tee[Intro: Lil Peep] +Yeah, yeah, yeah +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +I used to think I love you, now I know it ain't true +Now I know it's not you, 50 on my boxers +Bitch, I know you see me, shinin' in my white tee, it's easy +I'll make it look easy, believe me, we gucci (Free Gucci) +Young punk bitch fuckin' on a young bitch (Yah, yah) +Fell in love when she saw me in the club, bitch +Young punk bitch fuckin' on a drunk bitch (Yah, yah) +Shawty fell in love, now she doin' all my drugs, Yung Bruh +[Refrain: Lil Tracy] +Standin' in the club, like, lil' mama in my eyesight (Yeah, my eyesight) +She goin' home with me tonight, we connect like WiFi (WiFi) +Yayo on the table, Gucci on my waist, too (Yayo) +Got my switchblade, tonight you'll be safe +[Verse: Lil Tracy] +Gemstone switchblade and I will pull it out (Gemstones) +This club goin' up, baby, will you hold me down? (Will you hold me down?) +Hella ice on my wrists, he thought my wrists sprained +I'm in your driveway, baby, let's skrrt away (Skrr, skrr, skrr) +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +I used to think I love you, now I know it ain't true +Now I know it's not you, 50 on my boxers +Bitch, I know you see me, shinin' in my white tee, it's easy +I'll make it look easy, believe me, we gucci (Free Gucci) +Young punk bitch fuckin' on a young bitch (Yah, yah) +Fell in love when she saw me in the club, bitch +Young punk bitch fuckin' on a drunk bitch (Yah, yah) +Shawty fell in love, now she doin' all my drugs, Yung Bruh +[Refrain: Lil Tracy] +Standin' in the club, like, lil' mama in my eyesight (Yeah, my eyesight) +She goin' home with me tonight, we connect like WiFi (WiFi) +Yayo on the table, Gucci on my waist, too (Yayo) +Got my switchblade, tonight you'll be safe54EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +It’s A Man’s World[Intro] +Yo yo right here +This one is for the banana gang +Yeah +Word up +Bust them banana clip thangs +Shh +Know what I’m saying +Gladiator posse (Get ‘em) +C’mon let’s go +[Verse 1] +I got a fetish for hot chicks +Hot cars, trucks, fly whips +Seventeen I got whipped +Crack, drugs, guns, all kinds of shit +I used to be in the bricks +Like a stray dog, petty crimes +Young homies with no minds carry nines +The pain made me stronger +The blocks getting longer +Police (?) type shit over (?) +New York overboard nigga +See Digga +Postcard, can’t afford the sticker +What the fuck nigga +This shit is ridiculous +Get with this +Mosey with the go-getters +Hats, Nikes, and sweaters +The back of the pound pound +Straight crazy head trips +I’m a fuck up, child support victim +Off my rocker, I don’t know just pop you +Black out like my lost dog +Religious rap doctor, beef stopper, peace popper +Give me love, give me crazy hugs +Yeah I’m better when I’m down with serious thugs +Certain niggas can’t be at the clubs +They be in the valley in the shadow of death +Hope niggas never lose they step +Arm or head either +This one is like ether +I’m not yalls teacher +Yall like Halloween, Bush, and Easter +I just sit up in the booth and I bust the beats up +(Get ‘em) +[Outro] +Uh huh +Now’s the time +Now-now-now’s the time +For us to come amongst this nation +This nation of rap artists +And give homage to the palmers +The Heckle and the Jeckyll +Big Don +(?) +Nigga +(?) part two +This catfish ain't allowed around here +Fucking boys +YeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +I Get It In[Intro] +Yeah, Na na na na +Yeah, Na na na na +[Hook 1] +Now me I'm the life of the party +A little bit of juice, little bit of the gin +A little bit of Moët, bottles of the Rosé +Feel a little buzz, then I'm getting it in +Now me I get it in, I get it in +Me I get it in, I get it in +Now me I get it in, I get it in +Me I get it in, I get it in +[Verse 1] +Look as soon as I step in the club +I swear my nigga, you can feel the attention shift +Started around twelve ended up around two +I better leave with more hoes than I came here with +I can't be responsible for what I say or I do +When I talk intoxicated +Shorty say I told her I love her +I put her out the next morning saying bitch I must have been faded +I don't know what you heard about me but the word about me +That I'm no trick, I'm no sucker, I'm no chump +I be in the VIP, with my niggas round me +Saying y'all can have whatever you want +[Hook 2] +Me I get it in +Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday +That's Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday we get it in +I need a drink, give me a drink +I need a drink, shorty give me a drink +I need a drink, give me a drink +I need a drink, shorty give me a drink +[Verse 2] +I hate to say I told you so, but I told you so +I go hard when it's time to play +Shorty get to dropping it low, like the dancers do +In the Go-Go in front of me +She know I like to see her dance, she get to breaking it down +We get the bouncing outta control +Because I got a hell of a flow, we got paper to blow +My whole clique pop bottles galore +It's no secret the hood done peeped it +When we come through son, we look like bread +My '89 grind, make my old nine shine +Like we been moving bricks round this bitch for years +I say I get it in it's because I get it in +Now shorty there a eight but her friend near a ten +I feeling a spend my G, she fuck with me I'm into win +I'm cooler than her ma then we do this shit again +[Hook 2] +Me I get it in +Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday +That's Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday we get it in +I need a drink, give me a drink +I need a drink, shorty give me a drink +I need a drink, give me a drink +I need a drink, shorty give me a drink +[Hook 1] +Na na na na, Now me I'm the life of the party +A little bit of juice, little bit of the gin +A little bit of mo' play, bottles of the rose +Feel a little buzz, then I'm getting it in +Now me I get it in, I get it in +Me I get it in, I get it in +Now me I get it in, I get it in +Me I get it in, I get it inEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Wallabee Champ[Intro] +Yeah +One two, one two, one two, America +It's ya boy Tony Starks +The Wallabee kingpin +You know I just like to shout out to good beats like this +You know what I mean, I wish I woulda had this a long time ago +I woulda demo'd this y'all +Check it out +[Verse 1] +Ayo +Ayo, check +Banging the sounds that I invent +Fake niggas, who tried to flex hard came and went +They couldn't match up +With the fly nigga with his back against the wall +Heads clock once I came in the door +I played the speaker, sippin' a Kahlúa +Saw this bad bitch with a switch and yo I had to step to her +In a manner +And rather, wish the camera was on +When I had reached her, I knew that the shit was on +Please excuse me, allow me to introduce myself +Yo, I'm the man, and honey you been rated top shelf +Yo what's your name hun, hair wrapped up in a bun +Your eyes sparkle, just like glass in the sun +Never diss 'em +It's hard for a brother just to miss 'em +Especially, when your browsing, going fishin' +Waistline banging like a bass line +Physical form is well complex +And yo I love your outline +Boo, your whole body is wild +With your rugged profile +Enough to make a hard rock smile +You can't strike out +Tell me what could really go wrong? +You're rocking labels +Tommy Hill down to Claiborne +Show me some love hun, show me some love boo +Show me the vibe and I'll be more than glad to shoot it through +Ayo, peep it +I know you love Victoria's Secret +And loving all the marvelous slang on how I freaked it +Plus, you're the type to make a nigga crash +Far from trash +Your flesh is way softer than a baby's ass +Your body lotion is the potion +The shit got me open like dust +And yo your [?] mad potent +We can go the distance, I'll put you under wings +From this [?] we can spark and see whatever brings +I walked a hot Arabian desert bare footed +I grabbed your hair, you grabbed my joint and knew where to put it +That's right y'all +Theodore for life +Wu-tang forever motherfucker + +She Wants MeMy reality is bigger than your dreams are +Got ya dream girl ridin' in ya dream car +She wants me, she wants me +Cause I got it all +Bitch tell me what you don't see yeah +My reality is bigger than ya dreams are +Got ya dream girl ridin' in your dream car +She wants me cause I got it all Bitch tell me what you don't see +Yeah +Yeah +Yeah +My reality is bigger than your dreams are +Got ya dream girl ridin' in your dream car +She wants me, she wants me +Cause I got it all +Bitch tell me what you don't see +I got 25 lighters on the dresser +Got a girl and a girl to undress her +My guitar strap is leather +My life is better than ever +I got women all up in my condo +And my drug dealer comes pronto +Got a registered pistol in the console +So, so, don't try me now +Don't try me now +NowEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Racks[Intro] +New Lil' Kim freestyle, shout to the whole ATL +Shout to the whole Dirty South +Black Friday man, Big Mike, let's go! +What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks) +What they got? (Racks on racks on racks) +What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks) +It's tax season and we, comin, to collect +[Verse 1] +Got racks on racks on racks, just count about a hundred stacks +Just came from the bank, I'm goin right back +Headed to the mall, we gon' spend it all +The Hermes, Louis stall, wood all in my car +Like Blake Griffin I ball, like Chris Paul I ball +Like Carmelo I ball, should be playing in the all star +Cause I'm a rock star, international rock star +No matter where we are, we gon' rep the block +Lace all in my bra, dancin on the bar +We shinin from afar like these rocks in my [?] +Staying fresh to death VVS's on my neck +It's the IRS, and we all about the checks +[Chorus] +YC, what'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks) +What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks) +We got (Racks on racks on racks) +S.O.D. (Racks on racks on racks) +What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks) +What they got? (Racks on racks on racks) +What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks) +What they got? (Racks on racks on racks) +What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks) +What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks) +What they got? (Racks on racks on racks) +What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks) +[Verse 2] +New Bentley GT, my fingers the King +I'm riding through the A, bumping that YC +Racks on racks on racks, money stand tall like Shaq +Still gotta work for the block, still gettin money from the trap +It's the IRS and you know we don't play +If you spittin candy bars then it's fucking Pay Day +Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ayy! +20 bricks apiece, set the whole clique straight +It's more in the oven, we let them pies bake +And this is my party so we all eatin cake +A Rolly apple red now [?] in my drank +Like Cheddar Boy rapped, I keep a trap boy +[Chorus] +YC, what'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks) +What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks) +We got (Racks on racks on racks) +S.O.D. (Racks on racks on racks) +What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks) +What they got? (Racks on racks on racks) +What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks) +What they got? (Racks on racks on racks) +What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks) +What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks) +What they got? (Racks on racks on racks) +What'chu got? (Racks on racks on racks) + +OTF[Intro] +Young Chop on the beat +BandKamp +[Chorus: Lil Durk & Lil Reese] +I can't trust myself, OTF +But this is what I rep, OTF (That's GBE) +Niggas can't get right, so they get left (So they get left) +It's nothing else but OTF (That's GBE) +Only the family in my eyes, that's OTF (Bang) +And we is not a gang, we just here (We just here) +Everybody claimin' OTF (That's GBE) +We OTF, bitch, we OTF +L-L-Lets get it +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +Everyday I like to bake, I need cake (Let's get it) +Real niggas with me, they ain't fake (Real niggas with me, they ain't fake) +Cool niggas, cool with the jakes (Uh, let's get it) +The MAC that I got a take his face +No shells, ima do 'em with the eight (Nah, nah) +Niggas sweet, on my life, I call 'em cake (Let's get it) +I got thirties on thirties with a K (Thirties on thirties with a K) +Movie clips, I be shootin' like I'm Zae (Let's get it) +Everywhere I go, they be knowin' my name (Durk) +They be screamin' L's and screamin' bang (Let's get it) +Everywhere I go, they be knowin' my name (L's, L's, L's) +They be screamin' L's and screamin' bang (Bang bang) +[Chorus: Lil Durk & Lil Reese] +I can't trust myself, OTF +But this is what I rep, OTF (That's GBE) +Niggas can't get right, so they get left (So they get left) +It's nothing else but OTF (That's GBE) +Only the family in my eyes, that's OTF (Bang) +And we is not a gang, we just here (We just here) +Everybody claimin' OTF (That's GBE) +We OTF, bitch, we OTF +L-L-Lets get it +[Verse 2: Lil Reese] +These niggas can't get right so they get left +I be ballin' out the gym, don't need no help +I be swaggin' to the max, I swag myself (I swag myself) +Ima hitta, like Lil Durk, invented that +Mouth duck taped, I neva rat (I neva rat) +For that bread, I go bananas, I go ape (I go ape) +All my niggas global now, outter space (Outter space) +I ain't doing shit for free you gotta pay (Pay) +She gone fuck for free, anyway +And I only want the top, that mean yo face +I can't trust a soul, get 'em out my face +Ima savage for that green, need that cake +[Chorus: Lil Durk & Lil Reese] +I can't trust myself, OTF +But this is what I rep, OTF (That's GBE) +Niggas can't get right, so they get left (So they get left) +It's nothing else but OTF (That's GBE) +Only the family in my eyes, that's OTF (Bang) +And we is not a gang, we just here (We just here) +Everybody claimin' OTF (That's GBE) +We OTF, bitch, we OTF +L-L-Lets get it +[Verse 3: Lil Durk] +I'm on the block and my name hold weight (64) +Where I'm from, late night, it ain't safe (Let's get it) +Fuck a op, dot cops, niggas snakes (Niggas snake) +Rachael Ray on my waist, I'm tryna bake (Tryna cook) +Movie clips with uzi, one take (Graaah) +My life a movie, I be livin' what I say (I be livin' what I say) +Rat niggas them the ones behind the tape (Let's get it) +Snitch niggas them the ones behind the jakes (L's, L's) +On my wrist, it's an Audemar (It's an Audemar) +I'm ballin' hard, I'm with all the stars (OTF, GBE) +OTF, bitch, we some stars (Let's get it) +Foreign bitches say we got some awesome cars (Let's get it) +[Chorus: Lil Durk & Lil Reese] +I can't trust myself, OTF +But this is what I rep, OTF (That's GBE) +Niggas can't get right, so they get left (So they get left) +It's nothing else but OTF (That's GBE) +Only the family in my eyes, that's OTF (Bang) +And we is not a gang, we just here (We just here) +Everybody claimin' OTF (That's GBE) +We OTF, bitch, we OTF +L-L-Lets get it17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Life of a RealThese are the words of a real nigga +NIGGA +Figure of speech +Whea I'm from +Know what I'm talking bout +Boosie Bad Azz +Look Look Look +The way you live the life of a real nigga +Be a real nigga +I'mma keep it gangsta +All the way gangsta +I ain't gone change +Believe that +Da words of a real nigga +Talk to 'em nigga +Look nigga +From sun down to sun up +Be bout ya come up (be bout ya come up) +Ya wake up to get ya cake up +Be bout ya paper (be bout ya paper) +Never snitch +Take your silence to tha grave wit ya (grave wit ya) +Give back to tha hood +If you a made nigga (made nigga) +If you a daddy then you got responsibility (nigga) +Dead beats close your ears +You ain't feeling me (pussy) +You say you thuggin' +If you thuggin' live or die by it (we live or die by it) +You say you hustling +Teach your click to be wise by it +Keep ya tool on ya mane +You know tha rules (know da rules) +Them real nigga in college +You gotta wake up for school (they real to) +Hustle +What you doing for a living +You satisfied wit the money you getting +You ain't no real nigga (they say you ain't no real nigga) +Respect ya elders +Believe me you'll live longer (yes mama) +My nigga kids, my kids +That's how we live homie +Tha pin don't make you realer +Then the next nigga (pin life) +I'm straight G this fuckin' jeweler don't make me (Fuck no) +No man or women shall separate us +That me shit +You play some games +Forgive me god its G shit +I lay down law +I keep it real wit niggas +If gonna play games +I deal wit niggas +Buck nigga +Chorus(2x) +Money don't make me +I'm straight G, I'm straight gangsta +The words of a real nigga (real nigga) +No man or women shall separate me ( my nigga) +The words of a real nigga +Ole school ran into me +Told me even when ya bread low (bread low) +Nigga never keep ya head low (head low) +If that's ya girl, love ya girl +Fuck what ya nigga say +But he suppose to speak his mind +If he feel that way (my nigga) +If you a boss break it off +When its bond time (my bond) +Cause you know it was fucked up one time (fucked up) +One time already know +Shid call my lawyer (call him now) +Tell him I plead the 5th (plead da 5th) +And they done bugged my charger (bugged my charger) +Hustle harder wake up early and get on your grind +If you a soldier be a soldier till it came yo time +Niggas jealous in this world and they dirty to (dirty to) +For a lil fame and a big name they'll murder you +Chorus 2x +Boosie Bad Azz +I told all my niggas +No man or women shall separate what we create +Some niggas died +Some niggas joke +Some niggas ball and make it +Some niggas fake and say they real in every fuckin' verse +Them hope to bees and wannabees +They gone say it first +Don't it hurt deep inside +When a nigga turn bitch +Let a bitch take his figures +Separate his niggas +Ain't it funny wit tha money +Everything change +You keep it real wit yo nigga in tha chain gang +When it all fall down can you maintain +Stay real stay silent without no fuckin' violence +If a nigga crossed the line +Would you solve the problem +I got yo back nigga +I got yo back nigga +Real niggas +I'mma send this motherfucker here +I'mma send this bitch to all my real niggas +Cross the world +Who live by or die by whatever they do +Weather hustling rap hustling +Going to school hustling +Or block hustling whatever you do +This for my real niggas +Money don't make boosie bad azz +Torrance Hatchet +Just me just me +That's it +I'mma take all this jeweler off right now +Still me1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Chain Heavy[Intro: Kanye West] +Uh, we got the black elite in the house tonight +Rosewood +I feel like I'm at the NAACP or something right now +The Essence Festival +Q-Tip on the beat too, uh, uh +[Chorus: Kanye West] +My chain heavy, yeah, yeah, my chain heavy +My chain heavy, my chain too heavy +My chain heavy, yeah, yeah, my chain heavy +My chain heavy, my chain too heavy +[Verse 1: Kanye West] +They try to tell me my chain broke the levee +Maybe 'cause it's flooded +Why you walk around with a baby cross's cousin? +My teeth already white, y'all gon' make me floss for nothing +My teeth real diamonds, what's the cause of the frontin'? +Why y'all got all caps on? +Don Cheadle time, get extra black on 'em +Burn, Hollywood, burn +Take too long for niggas to get they turn +Probably be cremated before I get my earn +They try to tell me that aliens built the pyramids +I swear life's a bitch on her period +For every inch they cut the nose off the Sphinx +I make my jeweller add a few more links +You can look at me, tell I ain't fuck what nobody think +And my face always lookin' like somebody stinks +[Chorus: Kanye West] +My chain heavy, yeah, yeah, my chain heavy +My chain heavy, my chain too heavy +My chain heavy, yeah, yeah, my chain heavy +My chain heavy, my chain too heavy +[Post-Chorus: Kanye West] +Here we go, like we should +Feel the sweat, on your face +Here we go, like we should +Feel the sweat, on your face +Alright, okay +Here we go, like we should +Like we should, like we should +Like we should +[Verse 2: Kanye West] +Question: +What color was the skin of the man who beared the cross? +No matter how many lashes, they couldn't beat it off +How many Cassius' will we see in one lifetime? +That's why it's Miles Davis, Kobe, it's Mike time +I keep that GOAT book on the ottoman +And wrote hooks about slaves that was slaughtered +In the 1800s; y'all forget that +I got called "Nigga" on Twitter so many times, yo, I lived that +Now I'm just tryna find where to raise my kids at +'Cause they don't want niggas next to where they crib at +Hey, realtor, I'm lookin' for a nice park +Twelve noon, she said my family gon' make it too dark +This is the flow that solar eclipses +So hopefully one day that real soul will eclipse +The bullshit they got us listenin' to, in this existence +Don't give up now, just a little more persistence +I am the day Ice Cube met Michael Jackson +Keep 'em away, hanh! Something might happen +This is the makin' of a masterpiece +So we broke out the chains and told the master, "Peace!" +[Chorus: Kanye West] +My chain heavy, yeah, yeah, my chain heavy +My chain heavy, my chain too heavy +My chain heavy, yeah, yeah, my chain heavy +My chain heavy, my chain too heavy +[Post-Chorus: Kanye West] +Here we go, like we should +Feel the sweat, on your face +Here we go, like we should +Feel the sweat, on your face +Alright, okay +Here we go, like we should +Like we should, like we should +Like we should +[Verse 3: Talib Kweli] +Some wear a suit and tie, they don't wanna remain average +Some wear a suit and tie like a chain and a straitjacket +My chain heavy, stop in that traffic, coppers harass us +Then DA attack us, want us in chains like B.A. Baracus +So no major factor in my decision to be a rapper +Was rebellion; being anti-establishment was attractive +To a black kid from Brooklyn, flames got the thangs cooking +Land of the juks where them lames get them chains tooken +It ain't lookin' good for you if you're a tourist here +Sometimes I rhymes the sort of frequency that only purists hear +A couple rappers tried to beef with me, nobody's scared +Niggas was so fucking corny that nobody cared +Why I gotta battle rappers? I debate scholars +Question: do it gotta make sense if it make dollars? +Sick visions is living inside of brains +It's like we sadomasochistic, addicted to whips and chains +Figuratively, quite literally, clinically insane +Spit flames and then visit the higher plane +Try in vain to ignore it, don't buy the chain if you can't afford it +'Ye, them lonely-idled whores by the boards, trust +[Verse 4: Consequence] +That old ball-and-chain had me chained up for weeks +So of course I'm off the chain as soon as I hit the streets +And now when we link she saying the game's over +I drove her crazy and she became a chain smoker +Now the new dude she's saying that can stay over +Should be a chain, who goes by the name of Choker +That's what he did when she told him he should play the sofa +So the chains on the door, I'm on the way over +Now when I came over, his only response +Was, "You must be the owner of a chain of restaurants +'Cause I'mma eat your food for that chain that I wore +'Cause you be running 'round like the chain make the man" +So it's obvious the he don't know the chain of command +'Cause my chain commands, that kind of respect +And it's so chunky that it's a pain in the neck +But it came with a check, I remember on chaining day +It spoke for itself and this is what the chain would say +"Them chain snatchers are hoping that you ain't ready +So don't get distracted, keep your aim steady +Or there'll be a chain reaction since my chain's heavy" +[Chorus: Kanye West] +My chain heavy, yeah, yeah, my chain heavy +My chain heavy, my chain too heavy +My chain heavy, yeah, yeah, my chain heavy +My chain heavy, my chain too heavy +[Post-Chorus: Kanye West] +Here we go, like we should +Feel the sweat, on your face +Here we go, like we should +Feel the sweat, on your face +Alright, okay +Here we go, like we should +Like we should, like we should +Like we should + +Do You Love Me*Lyrics from Snippet +[Intro] +We was goin' crazy forever +You know what I'm sayin'? +Bobby Kritical +[Chorus] +Do you love me? (Oh) +Do you really love me? (Oh) +Do you really love me? (Oh) +Do you really love me? (Oh) +Yeah, do you love me? +Do you care about me? (Do you care about me?) +Do you fear a life without me? (Fear life without me) +[Verse] +I won't doubt you, would you doubt me? (Oh) +I know I lie but do you lie too? Yeah (Oh) +I know I'm mad but that's your type boo (Oh) +All the arguin', make up and then we fight too (Ayy) +You know I'm toxic, I'm inside you (Ayy) +I'm won't leap out far but I got height, boo (Ayy) +Lovin' you on top and you gon' ride too (You know) +And I'ma beat that, beat that up like it's my rival +I can't lie, you got that good and girl, you fly too (I can't lie) +All I can say is, "Yeah, yeah, yeah" (Oh) +All I can say is, "Yeah, yeah, yeah" (Oh) +Come on, baby, tell me, do you love me? (Oh) +Come on, baby, tell me, do you trust me? (Oh) +If I fuck up, baby, don't ever say fuck me (No) +And you know sometimes times get ugly (Ay) +All these hatin' bitches hatin' 'cause they want me (Yeah) +Yeah, young nigga rich and I'm stunting (Yeah) +Yeah, I'm not on the surf, no, I'm not haunting (No) +But sometimes I get scared of cuffing (Yeah) +So, now, look me in my eyes, say that you love me (Uh) +We both think it's not real so it's nothing (It's fake) +Yeah (Woah) +So, if love isn't real, why we fuss about it? (Why?) +And if your touch isn't real I feel good at night +You love every time I kept your vibe (Yeah) +And if I say slide," she gon' slide (Woah) +Yeah, I love it when you ride (Let's go) +Yeah, better look me in my eyes +Yeah, do you trust me? +I got one question for you, baby girl, do you love me?EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Neck on Froze*Lyrics from Snippet +[Intro] +I know something that you don't know, go straight to the money, oh oh +I don't want that trash bitch stack that big faced hundred, oh oh +That bitch that you wifin', I knew that she fucking for money, oh oh +I know I was nothing, I turned into something +Lil' nigga, I know, I know +[Verse 1] +That girl out to get me sleep, with one eye closed (I know) +Saint Laurent on my clothes, don't you see my toes (Woah) +Ooh, neck on froze (Huh huh) +South Pole (Aye) +Got a girl in the North Pole (Pole) +I know, cash froze (Phew) +Made that girl drop it on the floor, in the business with my cash flow (flow) +Cause I never reached my goal (goal) +One thing that I know (I know what you really like) +I know you like that (Ah, ah) +[Hook] +I know, I know (I know what you really like) +I know, I know +I know, I know (I know what you really like) +I know, what you want, I know +Well not for long, I know +Girl this your song, I know +Turn up all night long, I know +I know, I know +Ain't shit changed, I know +That money ain't a thang, I know +I know, I be switching through lanes, I know +Them disses in the past, I know +Not blind for fame, I know +Go straight through the hate, I know +Go straight to the cake, I know +[Verse 2] +Said it everyday should have worn my chain (Yeah) +Knew I was the one, yeah I was the one +Yeah I was the one, yeah +I am not one to wait +So you gotta say when you ready +You know disloyalty, so tell me when we go steady +I know a thing wait +Run along +Better get her tool back +Oh I know that boy, he ain't got his shootas +Ice game on Mike Tyson, uh +All my diamonds blue, black +I know what you really like +I know that you're not a dyke +I told that girl spend the night +I told that girl feel your pride +I know that you in disguise because the clothes, they not tight +I know what you really like +I know what you really like +Hey! +[Hook] +I know, I know (I know what you really like) +I know, I know +I know, I know (I know what you really like) +I know what you want +I know, well not for long +I know, girl this your song +I know, turn up all night long +I know, I know ooh +Ain't shit changed +I know, that money ain't a thang +I know, I be switching through lanes +I know, them disses in the past +I know, not blind for fame +I know, go straight through hate +I know, go straight to the cake +I know4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +9 Shots[Intro] +Fifty, fifty +Fifty, fifty +Fifty, fifty +Ferrari, Ferrari +Ferrari, Ferrari +Ferrari, Ferrari +Shooter, shooter +Shooter, shooter +[Verse] +I was innocent then, I ain’t do no wrong +She said, “you mommy little man,” I said, “yep, uh huh” +She was everything to me, when she came, I just lit up +Sunday morning I was so sharp, all did up +It was welfare or hustlin', they killed her for that +The first shot, bullet wound in my back +I’m fucked up, look at my sneakers, I’m fucked up +Now I’m on my own, mommy gone +Sam said, “you a young boy, why your clothes look so old? +You don’t need fish, little nigga, you need a pole +You need no new kicks, you need an O” +Chop that, bag it, get right back at it +That touched me, it hit me in my heart +I’m a hustler, homie, you was giving me my start +I am what I am, Sabrina’s only baby +Practicing in the mirror, pulling out my .380 +Oh man, I fucked up nana gonna kill me +Whenever shit can go wrong it always will, see +Seven grams of cocaine, three grams of dope +Saint Mary medallion hanging from my rope +Try to punk me and my gun smoke +Look, I’m outta control, my gun go +Off like it’s legal, call the cops, you need to +Give ‘em my description, I ain’t bullshittin' +My high school sweetheart love didn’t last long +Niggas start flashing that bread and she was gone +That hurt me like the bullet in my calf then +My next girl was a pain in the ass +I got two shots left, in case niggas try to get me +That’s nine shots, we just call it Fifty +[Outro] +Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us +Mama said, mama said +Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us +Then in came the landlord, beef, and the stresses +Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us +Mama said, mama said +Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us +The dope bought the shit the food stamps couldn’t get us +Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us +That’s what mama said, that's what mama saidEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Silver Rings[Intro: Raekwon] +Niggas is sitting around, selling it for money +What the fuck is that? Chill chill what up? +Stop playing, man, man, you know what it is, man +Fuck that, you know what it is, yo, nigga what up? +Where that money? Man, yo, yo, yo, come here! +Stop acting like you don't know, you already know +[Verse 1: Raekwon] +Indian head, jewelry +Out in Egypt with the wrists of fury +Spanking bracelet, rocking Asics +Trick bandit, Ghost is brick granite +At the U.S. Open with my whole len, slapping up fifty scramblers +Niggas said the II was classic, a lot of crack is in the game, yo +But your shit is the only 'lastic +C.R.E.A.M. rap, militant flow, combination with Swahilian dough +Guaranteed we dose that, in the beast like pizzas +All I know is reefer and street stuff +Stay fly, moving in fleece, what? +Traveling the continents with confidence +Cuban Linx III coming, don't know when, but the time is running +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +By any means on, Ron O'Neal lean on +Freestyle, you want it from Ghost? Then throw C.R.E.A.M. on +Suited up, smelling like Fahrenheit with jeans on +Knock the rice out a wedding, come and get your bling on +Next winter we in log cabins, more baggage, more savage +Central Park killas, that equals more stabbings +You read the papers, more horrors like Amityville +Profanity kills, you like lint on a raggety silk +We rock bulls, rock jewels, you heard the interludes +Blow up beds in a fifty yard swimming pool +Jumping out of planes for dough, Gucci parachutes +Abdul Raheem written across is the Ashtabu' +Suede loafers, 'Lo scarves, my little grandson want +The 20-10 Mercedes-Benz go kart +So he can pull out the lollipop keys on 'em +His pops'll push the Bugatti drop V on 'em +Stampede on 'em, Rap Playoffs got a three-nothing lead on 'em +Sparking MC's like we quoting our degrees on 'em + +Ridin wit the AK[Intro: Lil Wayne] +I I I I be on that on that all night Man I be on that all day +Straight up boy if you want me I'll be ridin with that k k k k k k k k +[Verse 1: Curren$y] +Time and time again I gotta grab my phone and call Lil Wayne +Let me use your throw away cause niggas out here playin, mang +They just don't get it till I pop the trunk and come back with it +Barrel on the burner big enough to spit a hundred midgets +I'm from the crescent city, moving nothing less than fifty +That's more shells than you'll find in the seat +And you don't need to know your alphabets to recognize a G +I'm in the lambo making doughnuts like I work for Krispy Kreme +Excuse my flossin', dawg I'm still known to tote a snub +Niggas thought I lost all my blickas in that Katrina flood +I still got big you MAC-11 from '97 +Sometimes you gotta show niggas better than you can tell them +[Hook: Mack Maine, Lil Wayne, & Curren$y] +I be on that gangster shit straight up on that gangster shit +I be on that straight up on that I be on that gangster shit +I be on that straight up on that I be on that gangster shit +I, I, I, I be on it on it all night man I be on it all day +Straight up boy if you want me I be riding with that K +Who want it? K. Who want it? K. Who want it? K uhh +K. Who want it? K. Who want it? K. Who want it? K uhh +I'm on that gangsta shit, I'm on that gangsta shit +I'm on that gangsta shit, I'm on that gangsta shit +[Hook 2: Mack Maine] +Chevys ridin' swerving out +Mufflers stuffed with dro and blow +Mack Maine, Young Money, motto's still, "Fuck a ho" +Burners on the front seat in case a hater come that close +Bodies drop when the shotty pop they'll probably make your body rock +[Verse 2: Mack Maine] +Body rock, yep, nigga, lean with it rock with it +Thang that make you lean, I be seen round the clock with it +See I don't stop with it, hustle for that new money +Smelling like them new hundreds diarrhea loop runnin' +See I just recruit something that help me move it every day +More workers than Mary Kay, vibin to that Mary J +I'm off the chain like free slaves, bitch, I'm bout my chips +I'm Mack Maine, bitch, I'm on that gangster shit +[Hook: Mack Maine, Lil Wayne, & Curren$y] +I be on that gangster shit straight up on that gangster shit +I be on that straight up on that I be on that gangster shit +I be on that straight up on that I be on that gangster shit +I, I, I, I be on it on it all night man I be on it all day +Straight up boy if you want me I be riding with that K +Who want it? K. Who want it? K. Who want it? K uhh +K. Who want it? K. Who want it? K. Who want it? K uhh +I'm on that gangsta shit, I'm on that gangsta shit +I'm on that gangsta shit, I'm on that gangsta shit +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Time and time again I gotta turn around and tell Fee Dawg +Grab this AK off my back or theres gonna be blood all on them dawg +Clip longer than a bitch if a nigga trip pop it on in give a nigga that shit +Pull it right over and park that whip, everybody better run when the trunk gone lift +Shit the only thing I'm runnin from myself with a gun when the po po come +The nigga that talk ain't talking bout nothing, I'm a rude boy, I murder for fun +I'm hot bitch word to the sun, I'm the Birdman's son, I'm the chosen one +I'm the god just looking for a nun, I'm the president my job here is done +[Hook 2: Mack Maine] +Chevys ridin' swerving off mufflers stuffed with dro and blow +Mack Maine, Young Money, motto's still, "Fuck a ho" +Burners on the front seat in case a hater come that close +Bodies drop when the shotty pop they'll probably make your body rock +[Interlude: Lil Wayne] +Lean with it lean with it lean with it and snap your fingers nigga +Make ya lean with it make ya lean with it make 'em lean with it now bring the hook in and tell 'em dawg +[Hook: Lil Wayne & Curren$y] +I, I, I, I be on it on it all night man I be on it all day +Straight up boy if you want me I be riding with that K +Who want it? K. Who want it? K. Who want it? K uhh +K. Who want it? K. Who want it? K. Who want it? K uhh +I'm on that gangsta shit, I'm on that gangsta shit +I'm on that gangsta shit, I'm on that gangsta shit +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Lets stab 'em in they chest and show 'em that we root lets boom get shot +We bout to stab 'em in they chest and keep my motherfuckin name boom +Get shot, bitch3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +New Slaves[Verse 1] +I got old money, take a bath in hundreds +My way or the highway and I see traffic comin' +It's Tunechi in this ho, watch them hoes go crazy +Pass that weed around, like that shit contagious +And I got news for all these snitches, tell them feds stop bitchin' +If pussy lips could talk, I'd go down there like it's whisperin' +You know life is so uncertain and death is so unwanted +My navigation system say, "It's death around the corner" +I got a condo for a stash house, a condo for a stash house +Get that boy a mirror, so he can watch his damn mouth +See I get it from Sosa, he got it from Frank +And Sosa alright, but I'm tryin' to meet Frank +He said business is well, he ain't got no complaints +You'll be Batman and I'll be robbin' the bank +I know I ain't gon' fall, even though I'm power trippin' +Glass house nigga, you see how I'm livin' +I know that we the new slaves, I know that we the new age +Ain't no such thing as too paid +[Reprise] +Like it's freezing and you naked, shake that ass ho +Shake that ass ho +[Verse 2] +When we throw a pool party, we put sharks in the pool +I got Bloods in the cut, so don't throw salt in the wound +AK wet niggas up, I don't throw water balloons +Better call the platoon +If it's fuck it then fuck it, now you speakin' my language +Put your dead body under them white sheets with no blankets +I'm so rich I go pour +Champagne and don't drink it +Ice on my neck like I fainted +These are the thoughts of the brainless +No new friends, we don't talk to strangers +Man I'm so serious with this pimp shit +Full clip in my Mac 10 +Ain't no exit out the game, nigga cut off your blinkers +And if she married I fuck her, if she lonely I fuck her +If she crazy I love her, y'all just don't understand her +She say you got it made, I say no I got a butler +They tell me to turn up, but I'm the knob on the oven +I got a knife in my pocket if there's a fork in the road +I'm the man of steel, but I won't say what I stole +Bring that coke to the stove, and whip it like a new slave +Whip it like a new slave +[Reprise] +[Outro] +D5 +Whattup five +Take that coke to the stove +And whip it like a new slave, whip it like a new slave +Like it's freezing and you naked shake that ass ho14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +What U KnoI'm a New Orleans gangsta, after the storm +Boy it took bout 3 million to rebuild my home +But, I'm back on defense, back in the zone +I eat rappers and go in my yard and bury they bones +My pockets on Raven Symone +That's fat! Wutchu know bout that, huh!?! +See I'm a keep it goin', keep it movin', we can do it, I ain't trippin' +So far ahead of them niggas we got a time difference +Dont confuse me wit them, I'm different +Tryin to holla at TIP for a movie audition, shit +I push that Maserati to the limit +Zig-zaggin' through that traffic like Emmitt +I tell them niggas "Hurry and buy!" +And if you dry snitch, you'll get buried alive +Yeah, and I dont chase 'em like you do +I keep a bad bitch skatin' like New-New1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Who Got It?"He who write the songs.." - repeated throughout the intro +[Intro: Inspectah Deck] +Festos (who got it, huh, who got it?) +Underdawgz in the building, U.D.'s (who got it, huh, who got it?) +Streetlife, Size/7, what, Johnny Blaze (who got it, huh, who got it?) +Yeah, what, it's a Shaolin thing y'all, get familiar +[Inspectah Deck] +Truth scholar, you holla up the few dollars +I work it overtime, whether white or blue collar +I prove my honor, cuz I been through the drama +Wu-Chronicles, and I continue the saga +Chart topper, rhyme tough as body armor +When I speak, I hold the globe like a Dalai Lama +The flow is aqua, pa, you swimmin' wit the known piranha +The soul father, get to know my whole persona +Like Shaquana, from Guyana, stay lace in cabana +For papa, she shake her tata's like maracas +Fiend for the block opera, your top sponsor +Got you locked in the scope of the rocket launcher +Stop your offers, cop mine, I drop it monster +Let the rhyme inside your mind like chocolate ganja, it's the worst +[Hook: sampled singer (Inspectah Deck)] +He, who writes the songs, he, who writes the songs (who got it, huh, who got it?) +He, who writes the songs, he, who writes the songs (who got it, huh, who got it?) +He, who writes the songs, he, who writes the songs (who got it, huh, who got it?) +He, who writes the songs, he, who writes the songs, he.. +[Inspectah Deck] +I supply the fire, let your headsets be the bomb +One song, give you pipe dreams like Cheech & Chong +Got dough, cop and go, all else breeze along +Be strong, the high last four weeks long +Get your eat on, she'll hold you til the fever is gone +Got you cold sweatin', and up creepin' til dawn +Wide eyed, off the side, no sleepin' on morn' +O.D.'ing, just the side effects, so, please be warned +Son, I raise your blood pressure like tight jeans and thongs +Guaranteed like throwin' the bomb to Keyshawn +Put your peeps on, I spice it up like Dijon +We be, ease to calm, to the streets we belong +Don't be alarmed, cuz indeed the heat is on +So hot, to touch me, you need tweezers and tongs +If I breathe on the mic, it's left weakened and torn +Til he gone, you'll be leanin' like your sneakers are worn, off the worst +[Hook] +[Inspectah Deck] +I got the works, like a Burger deluxe, you heard it was us +Got You All in Check like Dirty and Bust' +Play dirty and rough, remain thirsty for bucks +Seein' dollar signs like today's the first of the month +Dunn, it hurts when I touch, flames burst off the verses I bust +Some wanna scuff, but ain't worthy enough +What? I burn you up rookie, just hang your jersey up +I'm on the east side, workin' at a Mercury truck +Seen me servin' up the uncut, that certainly crush +Murderous, first to bust, expert in the clutch +That's my word up, loose links, lurk in the cut +On the re-up, be sure to catch a third degree rush +Here's your beat up, I keep the cut, verbally plush +Keep a burnin' Dutch, heat tucked and burgundy chucks +Won't you turn it up, them wit the girlies, they lust +It's the dopeman, my jams run your thirty and up, it's the worst +[Hook] +[Sample to end] + +Famous Aimers[Intro:] +Yeah +Just puff something man +Get my mind right +From all of these crazy hood dreams +Yo eh yo now come’on +[Verse 1:] [Cappadonna] +Master of Ceremony +I hate being around fake niggas +That’s mad phoney +Chicks ride the pony +Me and amar eat veggies +Its still boney +Most of the times I step in the spot +And niggas know me +I roll blunts +And I be smoking just like a roly poly +Alakazam, sham taught me not to eat ham +Bam bam up in the hood nobody eats spam +Alot of dimes and money +Fast as I can +Tax invasion tryna stop me from cashin in +We superstars in the game +Dangerous men +Whores don’t really like me +But they fuck me again +Money chaser +Hope my lawyer beat the fucking case up +Pop off +Blast at everything until we make up +In the back of the car +On the dark route +Two indian chicks that like dark cock +I keep a [?] on my jock +Just like my name [?] +[Verse 2:] [Amar Divine] +I play the game by the old school rules +You can rap the microphone if you don’t pay no dues +And the rhymes so simple but you so confused +Got nothing going for you but your lyrics is hook +Yo, stay garbage, no pay homage +Hip hop wasn’t designed for that nonsense +We here to regulate +Come out of conflicts +Told ya’ll realness so get ya’ll the knowledge (c’mon) +Make you rap better +Elevate the [?] level +Compete the guards and things +Throw some patron [?] +Form shit outta nothin’ +I’m saying get cheddar +Home of 400 or more +But ya’ll don’t know better +It’s a science to the study, to the t +Success is nothing but the generation they achieve +So i’m weaving like the shoalin monk +From woo jing +[?] +Of any other mc +[Verse 3:] [Don Shae] +I can turn a hard block into a soft one +Internet can turn a hard rock into a broadband +[?] turn a hard rock into live round +Enemies, birds, hard shots that flaw ya +Hennessy and herb, hard shots and [?] +White bentley azure +Hard top like a milestone +Im a monster like kanye and nikki +Shit get like concreate when don shae hit the city +Cause i’m an older dude +I’m old school +I can show proof +To my young boys +How to blow through moves +Man I learned alot +Never burned a rock +Selling night +Burn the block +But never burned the pot +Burning spot 12 12s +How you burn the spot +Murder plots +12 shells at the murder spot +I never heard of op +He never earned a spot +Turn this top convertible drop +When I [?] +[Verse 4:] [PMD] +My flow is so cold like Chicago +I know it all slow +But p’s never off +Always on soul +Pay attention when I check back in +Snappin neck again +Business never personal +From long island to shoalin +Bring it back to the fish in the hat +And banging tracks +When it come to globetrotting +Been there, done that +Raising the cheech and chong +Doing a 100 meters on the autobond +Once again its on +Its the hip hop overlord +Overseeing the source +Birth the hiphop act +From the land of the lost +Screaming boss +Pmd still come with the force +Transmitting through satellites +How I stay on courseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Soufside Still Holdin’ (Radio)Chorus: +Souf side still holdin and it ain't no lie +We ride on 4 wit tv's inside +We all suckafree, got the game sewed +When we put the mic down, say man hold up +(repeat) +Verse: +Souf side still holdin im in a expedition +With a sign on the back that say lets go fishin +Im Lil Flip, the freestyle king u know me +Baggats and trillion cuts all in my rolie +I just went to the car lot and bought a limo +I got 7 dvd's and im watchin RamBo +When i hit the club i ain't starrin at hoes +I know one thang they bet not step on my Horvana Jobe's +I got Gucci shoes, i got Gucci shades +Lil Flip pull stunts like Super Dave +I keep ballin, keep crawlin, keep prawlin +People wanna know where im at keep callin +Cuz im a baller im always top of the line +2000 Bentley watch it squat to the grind +Poppin bottles of wine, Moet and crystyle +On the souf side i keep my hand on my pistyle +Cuz people be always tryna show off +They try to jack but i won't take my 4's off +I know.. i gotta shine, get rotation on 97.9 +U might see my car redder than the nose of Rudolph +Freestyle 10 minutes at Screw House +The freestyle king i always go hard +After concerts i might pull yo braud +( repeat chrous til fade) + +You Came Up[Intro: Noreaga & Big Pun] +Yo, what the deal, baby? +I see ya, a'ight? +Still not a player, but you still a hater +Ha! Pun here, where my horns at? +Where my horns? +[Bridge: Big Pun & Noreaga] +Fa ye da da ya da da da da +Fa ye da da ya da da da +[Chorus: Noreaga & Big Pun (x2)] +Pun, you came up +What, what? Makin' it happen +From rappin' on the corner to possibly goin' platinum +But when we roll, are you still ready to ride? +Yo, I'll be ready to ride and I'll be ready to die +[Verse 1: Big Pun] +Ay-yo, my word is bond +Long as I'm alive, I'mma put it on +Coulda gone to jake, shit, thug nigga 'til I'm gone +Weight of the Bronx, I'm flippin +Five boroughs thoroughly reppin' +Let's unite the city and step to the world as a weapon +'Cause everybody's checkin' for Pun, second to none +'Cause Latins goin' platinum was destined to come +The inevitable, heavenly, better than whatever you do +We eligible, TS is incredibly credible +For the revenue, we gettin' you open with lyrical dope +And these breaths that are potent is like an injectional dose +And it never quits +Take it from TS's top terrorist +Rapper slash hijacker, bombin' tracks ever since +I was young, I wasn't always Big Pun +It wasn't always this fun, ay-yo, I rose from the slums +I had to pay my due, lay a few +But I ain't sayin' who, stayin' true to the game +No names, playin' it cool, just me and the crew +Holdin' it down long as we round +We gonna keep sockin' it to you, like Homey D. Clown +Goin' down like 'Pac, ready to ride or die, nigga +La-da-le-la-la-la-la-la +[Chorus: Noreaga & Big Pun] +Pun, you came up +What, what? Makin' it happen +From rappin' on the corner to possibly goin' platinum +But when we roll, are you still ready to ride? +Yo, I'll be ready to ride and I'll be ready to die +[Verse 2: Big Pun] +Ay-yo, ain't nothin' changed, I'm still the same +The way you remembered me, since the centipede +Harder, big blacker, back in the 70's +Try to remember me from my aggressive will +The way I kept it real is more important than any record deal +I used to chill on the block with Cuban and Seis +I still do, but now it's in the blue convertible eight-- fifty +My true niggas'll always be wit' me +The shifty kiss me, tell me they miss me, then try to diss me +'Cause I'm a rispy, crispy for life, sixtie's the price +Another fifty for the Cuban twisted in ice +Niggas is sheist, but I psych 'em out +Though they like to doubt +I make 'em all believers, once I let the Tyson out +'Cause I can vouch for only a few, only the crew +From the old school, I consider loyally true +I morally grew from a fool to a scholar +Follow the rules on how to spot a plotter +That's cool for a dollar +I wanna holla at my peeps that's reppin' the streets +Wrestlin' the beast of chest, restin' in peace +Blessin' my seeds and watchin' over us +'Til I die, I'll align the souls with mine and shine for all of us +[Chorus: Noreaga & Big Pun] +Pun, you came up +What, what? Makin' it happen +From rappin' on the corner to possibly goin' platinum +But when we roll, are you still ready to ride? +Yo, I'll be ready to ride and I'll be ready to die +[Outro: Big Pun] +Fa ye da da ya da da da da +Fa ye da da ya da da da +Fa ye da da ya da da da da +For my thug niggas, thug niggasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Baby by Me (Original)[Hook: 50 Cent] +Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire +Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire +Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire-aire +Be a millionaire, be a - be a millionaire +[Bridge: Jovan Dais] +Shawty said take it off, I'll take it off +Climb right out of my clothes +Want me to break you off, I'll break you off +'Til your love come down on yo' walls +I'm extremely focused, sweatin I'm strokin +I better get you open +I'll leave your headboard broken, you think I'm jokin +I bet I'll get you open +[Verse 1: 50 Cent] +First it's her neck, yeah then her back +Yeah I'm a freak, I get into all that +Girl I'll perform for ya, like a porno star +'Til ya had enough then I just need a little bit more +New music, new move, new position +New erotic sounds, it's goin down now listen +I can hear your heartbeat, you're sweatin I can paint a perfect picture +I get deeper and deeper, I told ya I'll get ya +I'll work that, murk that, just the way you like it baby +Turn a quickie into an all-nighter maybe +Your sex drive, it match my sex drive +Then we be movin as fast as a NASCAR, right? +Switch gears slow down, go down whoa now +You can feel every inch of it when we intimate +I'll use my tongue baby, I'll leave you sprung maybe +I'll have ya head spinnin sayin "50's so crazy" +[Bridge] + [Hook] +[Verse 2: 50 Cent] +Girl I want you to give me what you got then give me more +Baby you could start on top or all fours +You know I like it, when you get into it +Don't nobody do it, uh, like I do it +Feel the rush, from my touch, get intoxicated +Drunk off my love, call the Hennessy thug +Passion you're laughin, I'll make you smile on the regular +Tell me what you want, shorty that's what I'mma get for ya +I need you to be what I need, more than liquor and weed +I need you to maybe give me a seed +I need you to give me reason to breathe +I need you, I'm tellin you so now you know what I need +I'd be ya part-time or full-time lover, significant other +Don't matter which way it go, I'm oh so gutter +Girl you could get it however you wan' get it +I'm feelin you, still I'm tellin you right now, get it +[Bridge] + [Hook] +[50 Cent - during bridge] +Shawty said take it off, I'll take it off +Want me to break you off, I'll break you offEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Get it Crunk[Hook] +We came here to get it crunk like (jump!) +In the club with our middle fingers up like (jump!) +Now, we gonna make 'em stomp like (jump!) +Niggas get out of line we hit 'em up like +[Verse 1] +Well I'm flippin' and grippin' my woodgrain steering wheel (steering wheel) +I made a mill at eighteen, nigga how it feel (Ha ha!) +It feel good to cash checks every other day (yes!) +If you ain't talkin' bout money, go the other way +Miss me with that bullshit dawg I'm on the grind (grind) +You disrespect me while I'm on stage, it's goin' down +Bottles, chairs, whatever I get my hands on +You can bet your bottom dollar they get some +If you think you strong enough to take a shot (jump!) +I bet you changin' your mind when you lookin' now (jump!) +These niggas like to talk shit, then apologize (I'm sorry, I'm sorry) +You put my name in a verse then I gotta ride +[Hook] (2x) +[Verse 2] +Look I'm a pimp +Mine is the 3-piece suit +My grill the same color as my GT Coupe +Gators snappin' on my feet like they fresh out the jungle +There's a nine in my vest, but it's a tec' in my Hummer +I know I make y'all niggas wonder how I'm gettin' that cash (cash) +Cause when we gotta drop, I ain't spendin' my last (my last) +The prices (jump!) +If you out of town and you need a bird (jump!) +I could ban him and blow his brains on the fuckin' curve (jump!) +You don't want beef wit my squad nigga (jump!) +Come out the club off note, you gettin' rob nigga (jump!) +Stupid if you wanted dawg +These hollow tips gon' put you in a coma dawg. ya dig? +[Hook] (2x) +[Verse 3] +Hey! +Niggas claim they got guns but they ain't shot nobody +Or you a stick-up kid why you ain't got nobody? (stop lyin!) +Niggas at the bar buyin' shit they can't afford +You think he ballin' until you see his Honda Accord (Ha Ha!) +And tell valet not to scratch my wheeeel +Or he gon' leave here wit a busted liiiip +Me and Crime Boss rollin' in my Coupe Deviiiille +I ain't tryin' leave you in but I shoot to kiiiiiill +Hey! I'm like Jeezy I trap or die (trap or die) +And I don't pop, pop, I rather fire +I'm a thug and you know it, you damn right I show it +Twenty two's on my lotus just in case you haven't noticed +[Hook] (2x) +Hey I bet he won't (jump!) +Keep talkin' all that shit but I bet he won't (jump!) +Keep talkin' all that shit but I bet he won't (jump!) +She talkin' all that shit but I bet she won't (jump!) +She actin' like a bitch 'cause I know she won't (jump!) +Oh, Oh, Oh, you better not (jump!) +Oh, Oh, Oh, you better not (jump!) +Oh, Oh, Oh, y'all better not (jump!) +You fuck around and get (jump!) +Ha-ha! Whoo! +Shout to my nigga Zab Judah +Floyd Mayweather, Roy Jones, Winky Wright know what I'm sayin' +What up to my nigga Bernard Hopkins +Yeah, holla at yo boy! + +U Said[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +Take her to Calabasas, get a new crib (New crib) +Why you tell your friend about the group chat? (Group chat) +I asked you for a threesome, you don't do head (She don't do head) +You say I'm disrespectful, this what you said (This what you said) +You said (You said), you said (You said) +You say I'm disrespectful, this what you said +[Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie] +On a mission to fucking two twins +But I got a problem, I don't do head +Fuck a JetBlue, I'm on a blue jet +She gon' eat me up until I go, uh, uh +Seven thousand on a furry coat, uh, uh +Feeling like I sacrificed a goat, uh +You still hit me up, I say I won't +I can tell you really wanna go +[Interlude: Lil Durk] +You said, you said +[Verse 3: Lil Durk] +I done introduced you to designer pills +And you sucking dick for some designer still +And I'ma ride with you like he gon' ride with his, oh +A Boogie Mary J and I'm Lauryn Hill +Diamonds water on me, and I be snorkeling still +And I thought about you cheating on me, I don't know how to feel +[Verse 4: A Boogie wit da Hoodie] +I swear to God I won't know how to feel +You was fucking with me way before I had a deal +When I had that curfew, you made sure that I was there +On probation smoking weed and popping all the pills +And she keep teasing me and shit, she know I love it, yeah +And all my jeans 2K a piece, I got a hundred pairs +And I can't make no more mistakes, I'm going hardest, yeah +Yeah, say my name, say my name, say Artist, yeah +[Verse 5: Lil Durk] +Looking from a distance, a sexy girl +Fuck her from her back, fuckin' up her epidural +She fucking up my name, what I got a nicki' for? +Put some love inside my heart, be what I'm looking for, oh +Reality to my life, I gotta snap back +I knew she was a whole ho when she sent me pussy all on Snapchat, yeah, yeah +I know she in the Gucci and the Pucci, but I know she was a groupie fuckin' Nuski +Every time you see me, all my diamonds water, water, water, water, it's a movie +Woah, woah, in reality I love you +And I won't give this feeling for nothing in this world +Woah, woah +[Outro: Lil Durk] +I told 'em this a vibe right here +Hit the bottom of the water, water, waterEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Old 2003 Ferrari[Intro] +{*Lighter flick*} +{*Exhale*} +Yeah, this some good shit +Ooh, this feel like some Wu shit: +I got more Glocks and TECs than you +I make it pop, hit your homie, right next to you +[Hook] +Niggas say they like my old shit +So I'll give them some old shit +What the fuck do I care; it's old +Shit I could flip some old shit +No, I’ll give them some new shit +I’ll just use my old flow +Looky here motherfucker: I’m not playing +Look, look (x2) +[Verse 1] +What's up +It’s '011; why that Maybach a '06? (Huh?) +This nigga boo booed up with my old bitch +I put paper before hoes: thats why I’m so rich (Yeah!) +I paved the way, long dick, now we all fit (Chu-chu!) +Doc check my temperature: Why I’m so cold? +The hood left the left side of my chest froze +I’m more about pimpin', gettin' bank rolls +Sittin' watchin' them trickin' on them stank hoes (Make it rain) +We can share love like, Kanye and Khalifa +From runways in Milan, to big bags of reefer (Wooh!) +She alright for a night, but don’t keep her +Ask Nas, Kelis was the illest ether +[Hook] +Niggas say they like my old shit +So I'll give them some old shit +What the fuck do I care; it's old +Shit I could flip some old shit +No, I’ll give them some new shit +I’ll just use my old flow +Looky here motherfucker: I’m not playing +Look, look (x2) +[Verse 2] +My belt buckle YSL; my denim vintage +My AP all iced out; my shit authentic +My bread come in by the boat load; that's how I get it (Yeah) +The cops come, say: I ain't do it; you know I did it (Aah!) +I ain't trippin’, na-na-na-na I ain't trippin’ +I am just putting the clip in +I ain't out the window lickin' bitch (Wooh!) +I am legend, I am lethal with the weapon +I am 50, I’m putting an end to niggas fuckin' with me (Uh) +Yeah, I am back, I am ruler with an iron fist +I am strapped, what y’all niggas going to do with this? +Wordplay all day, they say I got a gift +One shot from the fifth, niggas career shift +[Hook] +Niggas say they like my old shit +So I'll give them some old shit +What the fuck do I care; it's old +Shit I could flip some old shit +No, I’ll give them some new shit +I’ll just use my old flow +Looky here motherfucker: I’m not playing +Look, look (x2) +[Outro] +Yeah, it's 50, I'm back +You won't see me rolling around +Y'all niggas see me, you already know +Don't come and say: What's up +I don't fuck with you +Y'all know I don't fuck with y'all niggas +I'll smack a high-note out one of you niggas +It's business as usual +All we're going to do is get more money, more bread +You hear me? +Watch me thoughEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +It’s Like That[Intro: DJ Kay Slay] +Yeah, this that brand new Rebel I.N.S., back on the set +This shit is off the dial, Shaolin Style, better hold on to something +[Inspectah Deck] +Yo, S.I.N.Y. and what +Hit 'em high, hit 'em low, head or gut +Yes, us, Lexus and next trucks +Flesh plush, land plus, extras +Cess, dust, whatever get you messed up +Test us, get crushed, next up +Better luck, we takin' off with jet thrust +Under pressure, they can't take the head rush +Talk to me, go and take the walk through me +Or yours truly, will screw you like a tour groupie +War duty, after I'mma call Suzy +Tall cutie, she'll do me like a porn movie +I burn thousand degrees, nothin' match me +You think you out of my league, now how can that be? +Son, you follow my lead, playin' the back seat +Ya'll ride dicks like a taxi, it's like that +Here we go.. +[Hook: Inspectah Deck] +I roll fat, holdin' a stash (it's like that) +Home girl, blowin' my jack (like that) +We boys in the mist of the noise (it's like that) +We big boys whippin' them toys (like that) +We up late, runnin' from jake (like that) +And still got money to make (it's like that) +From now until we finish the game (like that) +The world gonna cherish the name (it's like that) +[Inspectah Deck] +Downtown blowin' my sound, blew out your Alpines +Feel me, I did it for dough, this ain't about rhymes +Cash on delivery, not leavin' without mines +Face tried to powder my shine, it's about time +To politic, poppin' the clip, bust off the hot shit +Holler this, monstrous hit, and stop ya gossip +I rep, what you expect, I took a set back +Crept back, nursin' my wounds, lookin' for get back +Forced to bring the pain, make 'em say my name +Rings have changed, shinin' like I'm Ving Rhames +Or King James, hustlin', I sling game +Sting lames, this money makin' things change +I bless heads, push past the full macs +Left for dead, raised by the wolf packs +Black hoods, leathers with the wool hats +Draw blood, don't even pull gats, it's like that +[Interlude: DJ Kay Slay] +Aiyo, ya'll better kick your shoes off +And come on in! +[Hook] +[Interlude: DJ Kay Slay] +Aiyo, this is all for my Metro card, one dollar cab niggas +Niggas who walk here, and all the ladies who stood on line in the rain +With the bouncers who let the thugs slide, come on, come on.. +[Inspectah Deck] +The streets watch, ya'll gon get ya teeth knocked +The heats hot, bustin' til the beef stop +Preach not, our goal is to reach the top +Knees drop, I light it up and clean shop +Built with better design, clever mind +Verbal tech 9, light years, ahead of my time +And I, walk with, criminals who talk shit +We talk business, the blocks is our office +Many have come, few that could walk this +Roam too far, catch static like a cordless +I'm off this, pimpin' a broad, beyond gorgeous +Gettin' lost, dippin' in twin Porsches, it's like that + +Devil in a New Dress[Produced by Bink! and Mike Dean] +[Intro: Kanye West] +Uh +Uh +I love it, though +I love it, though, huh, you know? +[Chorus: Kanye West] +Uh, put your hands to the constellations +The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation +I know I'm preachin' to the congregation +We love Jesus, but you done learned a lot from Satan +I mean, a nigga did a lot of waiting +We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation +[Verse 1: Kanye West] +May the Lord forgive us, may the gods be with us +In that magic hour, I seen good Christians +Make brash decisions, oh, she do it +What happened to religion? Oh, she lose it +She putting on her makeup, she casually allure +Text message break-ups, the casualty of tour +How she gon' wake up and not love me no more? +I thought I was the asshole, I guess it's rubbin' off +Hood phenomenon, the LeBron of rhyme +Hard to be humble when you stunting on a jumbotron +I'm looking at her like, "This what you really wanted, huh?" +Why we argue anyway? Oh, I forgot, it's summertime +[Chorus: Kanye West] +Put your hands to the constellations +The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation +I know I'm preachin' to the congregation +We love Jesus, but she done learned a lot from Satan +Satan, Satan, Satan +I mean, a nigga did a lot of waiting +We ain't married, but tonight I need some consummation +[Verse 2: Kanye West] +When the sun go down, it's the magic hour, the magic hour +And outta all the colors that'll fill up the skies +You got green on your mind, I can see it in your eyes +Why you standing there with your face screwed up? +Don't leave while you're hot, that's how Mase screwed up +Throwin' shit around, the whole place screwed up +Maybe I should call Mase so he could pray for us +I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seat +I ordered the jerk, she said you are what you eat +You see, I always loved that sense of humor +But tonight, you should have seen how quiet the room was +The Lyor Cohen of Dior Homme +That's "Dior Homme," not "Dior, homie" +The crib Scarface, could it be more Tony? +You love me for me, could you be more phony? +[Chorus: Kanye West] +Put your hands to the constellations +The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation +Haven't said a word, haven't said a word to me this evening +Cat got your tongue? +[Instrumental Interlude: Mike Dean Guitar Solo] +[Verse 3: Rick Ross] +Lookin' at my bitch, I bet she give your ass a bone +Lookin' at my wrist, it'll turn your ass to stone +Stretch limousine, sipping rosé all alone +Double-headed monster with a mind of his own +Cherry-red chariot, excess is just my character +All-black tux, nigga's shoes lavender +I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders +Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth wired (Uh) +Before his jaw shattered, climbing up the Lord's ladder +We still speedin', running signs like they don't matter, uh +Hater talkin' never made me mad +Never that, not when I'm in my favorite paper tag +Therefore, G4s at the Clearport +When it come to tools, fool, I'm a Pep Boy +When it came to dope, I was quick to export +Never tired of ballin', so it's on to the next sport +New Mercedes sedan, the Lex' sport +So many cars, DMV thought it was mail fraud +Different traps I was gettin' mail from +Polk County, Jacksonville, right in Melbourne +Whole clique appetites had tapeworms +Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my J burns +I shed a tear before the night's over +God bless the man I put this ice over (Uh) +Getting 2Pac money twice over +Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice-roller +I'm makin' love to the angel of death +Catchin' feelings, never stumble, retracin' my steps (Uh) +Uh + +This Case[Chorus] +My lil' nigga loading up the chopper +My lil' nigga problem solver, yeah +We sold 50s, they like 30 poppers +My niggas, they the problem solver, yeah +Turn up, turn up, woah +Feds ain't picking up this case (Woah) +The feds ain't picking up this case (Woah) +Feds ain't picking up this case +The Ruger I got pick up his face +The feds ain't picking up this case +The feds ain't picking up this case +Feds ain't picking up this case +The Ruger I got pick up his face (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +Call up my jewelry, I need me a Mueller (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Spend money on hits, I pay for the shooters (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +I talk to the streets, this money amusing (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +They say they gonna kill me, but why they ain't do it? (Woah) +Get paper, quick paper (Paper) +Brick case, free my brick layer (Bang) +My Rollie diamonds, they hit major (Diamonds) +Rob me, I erase you (You won't) +They talking on sight shit (Nah) +You ask for indictments (Dawg) +Double cup give me brightness (Double cup) +Girls on some dyke shit (Woo) +Sip so much lean that I'm numb (Numb) +Mama, I carry my gun (Brrrt) +Can't end up like Ricky +These niggas be hating on me 'cause I'm boys in the hood (Let's get it) +No gun, catch a body like Suge +This niggas be getting this money +They fucking up with me, my niggas we got the city we, turning up (Woah) +[Chorus] +My lil' nigga loading up the chopper +My lil' nigga problem solver, yeah +We sold 50s, they like 30 poppers +My niggas, they the problem solver, yeah +Turn up, turn up, woah +Feds ain't picking up this case (Woah) +The feds ain't picking up this case (Woah) +Feds ain't picking up this case +The Ruger I got pick up his face +The feds ain't picking up this case +The feds ain't picking up this case +Feds ain't picking up this case +The Ruger I got pick up his face +[Verse 2: Hypno Carlito] +The feds ain't picking up this case +I give 'em the work like a mixtape (That work) +Carlito, I got it, I've been straight (I got it) +I pick up the work like I lift weights (Uh) +300 days and 300 nights (300) +The feds wanna talk, but I know my rights (Rights) +Spend whatever on lawyers, don't want no life (No) +Bitch, I got the smoke like a motorbike (Gang) +No, I don't fuck with informants (Gang) +I didn't do it, I was touring +Don't come to my house with no warrant (Huh?) +Don't hit my line if not important (Gang) +I spent a few bucks on my mortgage (Bricks) +Hope you get the pic like a portrait (Yeah) +Everything I do big, I'm like Norbit +I son all these niggas like orphans (Gang, gang, gang, gang) +Hypno Carlito don't need no co-sign (Gang, gang, gang, gang) +Polish shit up, that's why Lil Durk had signed (Gang, gang, gang, gang) +Play me and Varney, I'll give you a line (Gang, gang, gang, gang) +I just made a million, Carlito [?] +[Chorus] +My lil' nigga loading up the chopper +My lil' nigga problem solver, yeah +We sold 50s, they like 30 poppers +My niggas, they the problem solver, yeah +Turn up, turn up, woah +Feds ain't picking up this case (Woah) +The feds ain't picking up this case (Woah) +Feds ain't picking up this case +The Ruger I got pick up his face +The feds ain't picking up this case +The feds ain't picking up this case +Feds ain't picking up this case +The Ruger I got pick up his face2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Black Rain[Hook:] +Graveyards packed +Jail House crowded +Black Rain, Black Rain +Graveyards packed +Jail House crowded +Black Rain, Black Rain +Graveyards packed +Jail House crowded +Black Rain, Black Rain +Graveyards packed +Jail House crowded +Black Rain, Black Rain +[Verse 1:] +They just gave my cousin Bronson +A dime piece +All of a sudden muthafuckas they don blind me +Wish I can walk around the corner and find Bleek +Scoop Fin in my Charger with his nine beam +Remind Sneed that coke ain't what you need homie +Rest in peace to all y'all pussies that was hating on me +I got a head with no screws Boosie you'on listen +I'm on a mission tryna get my fucking blood out prison +Black rain in Angloa where the thugs roll +Too many members gone that I know +Hoochie, Moo, and Lil Joe +I just did a nickel +Around my way we don't play boy +Extension and AR's +Ivy and my fucking daddy +They in the same graveyard +On god I go hard it ain't no pulling my card +Just looking at me wrong +Bitch, you pushing a bar +They want stripes no money +Doing life no numbers +Hunnid bodies in two months +What we call cold summers , bitch +[Hook:]x4 +[Verse 2:] +The rain that I see +The people I meet +I know black rain +I've shed blood for yah +Check out my tat mane 'my nigga name' +The people chase cause we caking (it's like pac-man) +Everybody killing no choice +Go buss ya ass man +We get it in my friend +Young live niggas +This is for my body baggers +Them shy niggas +Shit, I'm riding around with my pistol +These niggas crazy +Police killing muthafukas daily +I got it if off of safety +Lil boy just died in a homicide +He was a by-stander +Not that dude , he was cool +We die random +Too many gone that I grew up with +Prolly would've changed my life if I knew that shit (man) +Blood stains , white sheets +Another smoked teen +Shot him down like he was grown +He was 14 +Agents gave BG lil doogy 14 +I just lost my nigga pimp to the codeine +[Hook] x43EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Runaway (HW Version)(This copy is for Hype Williams) +[Pre-Chorus: Kanye West] +And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong +You been putting up with my shit just way too long +(This copy is for Hype Williams) +I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most +So I think it's time for us to have a toast +[Chorus: Kanye West] +Let's have a toast for the douchebags +Let's have a toast for the assholes +Let's have a toast for the scumbags +Every one of them that I know +Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs +That'll never take work off +Baby, I got a plan +Run away fast as you can +[Verse 1: Kanye West] +She find pictures in my e-mail +I sent this bitch a picture of my dick +I don't know what it is with females +But I'm not too good at that shit +See, I could have me a good girl +And still be addicted to them hoodrats +And I just blame everything on you +At least you know that's what I'm good at +[Pre-Chorus: Kanye West] +And I always find, yeah, I always find +Yeah I always find something wrong +(This copy is for Hype Williams) +You been putting up with my shit just way too long +I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most +So I think it's time for us to have a toast +[Chorus: Kanye West] +Let's have a toast for the douchebags +Let's have a toast for the assholes +Let's have a toast for the scumbags +Every one of them that I know +Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs +That'll never take work off +Baby, I got a plan +Run away fast as you can +[Bridge: Kanye West] +Run away from me, baby, ah, run away +Run away from me, baby +Run away +When it starts to get crazy +Then, run away +Babe, I got a plan, run away as fast as you can +Run away from me, baby, run away +(This copy is for Hype Williams) +Run away from me, baby +Run away +When it starts to get crazy +Why can't she just, run away? +Baby, I got a plan, run away as fast as you can +[Verse 2: Pusha T] +24/7, 365, pussy stays on my mind +I-I-I-I did it, alright, alright, I admit it +Now pick your next move, you could leave or live wit' it +Ichabod Crane with that motherfucking top off +Split and go where? Back to wearing knockoffs, haha +Knock it off, Neiman's, shop it off +Let's talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off +Hoes like vultures, wanna fly in your Freddy loafers +You can't blame 'em, they ain't never seen Versace sofas +Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet +Comes with a price tag, baby, face it +You should leave if you can't accept the basics +(This copy is for Hype Williams) +Plenty hoes in the balla-nigga matrix +Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless +I'm just young, rich, and tasteless, P! +[Verse 3: Kanye West] +Never was much of a romantic +I could never take the intimacy +And I know I did damage +Cause the look in your eyes is killing me +I guess you are at an advantage +Cause you can blame me for everything +And I don't know how I'ma manage +If one day you just up and leave +[Pre-Chorus: Kanye West] +And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong +You been putting up with my shit just way too long +I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most +So I think it's time for us to have a toast +[Chorus: Kanye West] +Let's have a toast for the douchebags +Let's have a toast for the assholes +Let's have a toast for the scumbags +Every one of them that I know +Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs +(This copy is for Hype Williams) +That'll never take work off +Baby, I got a plan +Run away fast as you can +[Outro: Kanye West] +[Non-Lyrical Vocals] +(This copy is for Hype Williams) +(This copy is for Hype Williams) +(This copy is for Hype Williams) + +War[Chorus 1: Keon Bryce] +There's a war in the streets tonight +And nobody's really feeling alright +I got a blunt for my chronic, a juice for my tonic +I know now that I'm feeling right if it goes down +'Cause my third eye sees the lowdown +And I know it's not my time to go now +'Cause God's got my back in this showdown +So I know we'll be alright +[Verse 1: Nas] +Yeah, Brooks Brothers overcoat, know the ropes, smooth as Hall & Oates +Briefcase, silk ties, slick as them older folks +Silver fo'-fo', cocked? No +My chauffeur driver just left some of my colleagues smoking that Cali +Caught a glimpse of myself in the Barney's shop window +Kinda' see my father's features creeping in a little +Got an office on Broadway, business in Jamaica +Tell my daughter try the hardest so the best schools'll take her +And I'm late to a date with my wife, I realize +I stopped to shop, had to get her some type surprise +And I'm walking through it, chaos is all around me +But God got me, no fear, through the fire, try and stop me +[Chorus 2: Keon Bryce] +There's a war in the streets tonight +And all this drama's got me feeling uptight +I don't know what I'll do if I don't see my boo +Cause she's standing on the corner of Linden Boulevard +Holding our baby in her baby in her arms +So hold on, your daddy's in sight +[Verse 2: Nas] +Yeah, nine-four, Destiny opens her eyes +For the first time, praise God, baby mom's crying +Planned to be a strong black family +But we both were too young, too strung, too much flashing +Newcomer called Verbal Assassin running with +Nothing but the worst type, worst fight +When we brought my baby home the first night +Cursed like sailors, burst out the crib raging +In my new car bought from entertainment +Champagne and gaining clout fast, whiplash +Did this bitch just pass in the club hugged up, stupid ass +Grabbed her by the pony tail, "never disrespect me" +I'm a street vet, regret the sex, but not Desi +Moved back to your grandma, I'm single, the Land's mine +She keeps the Benz, I'm all in the streets again +Squeezing the pen, released again, chart toppers +Hard-bottoms blessed the feet, now less baby mom's problems +New woman, she's great, this a different world +Checking out my wife's chemistry with my little girl +It's so amazing, playing, life is so crazy +I'm grown up and thankful for lessons God gave me +[Chorus 1: Keon Bryce] +There's a war in the streets tonight +And nobody's really feeling alright +I got a blunt for my chronic, a juice for my tonic +I know now that I'm feeling right if it goes down +'Cause my third eye sees the lowdown +And I know it's not my time to go now +'Cause God's got my back in this showdown +So I know we'll be alright +[Music changes] +[Outro: Unknown speaker] +From the day you was born... +Your daughter Destiny, was one of your destinations...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Heavyweights[Fat Joe] +Yeah (y'all niggas is crazy) +Don Carta' bomb harder (we makin a BOMB mayne) +Terror Squad, what, what? (aiyyo, uh, ye-yo, Terror Squad) +Don Carta' bomb harder (Suave House) what the fuck? +Violator, Violator! Yeah, uhh, yo.. +No heart, that's why them other niggas foul +Eight hit me in the cell, said to meet him in the A.T.L +At 12 up in the Gentelman's Club +Where you ain't fuckin nothin less you givin up dubs +Feelin the love, from tha killers and thugs +Players and pimps, ladies and gents, swift in the butt +Not givin a fuck, that's the life I live +Trife like this, blow you up wit yo wife and kids +I dislike my bitch, but I still gotta deal wit her +16 shot meal getter, that's why I'm still wit her +For real nigga, you couldn't possibly lock with me +My squad be bringin more "Havoc" than "Prodigy" +Ain't no stoppin me, I got killers that'll pop for me +Run up in my stash and give that ass more beef than broccoli +With no apology, yo blocks'll be my property +Cop a seat and watch the Terror Squad prophecy +Chorus: Eightball, Big Punisher +(This is for the heavyweights) +[8] Make no mistakes +Thirty six O's is my favorite kind of cake +(This is for the heavyweights) +We runnin from jail +Stackin that mail, tippin the scale +(This is for the heavyweights) +[Pun] Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-D ice +I'm so big, niggas see me twice +(This is for the heavyweights) +We three guys, that don't play those games +You got beef with us, nigga say our names +(This is for the heavyweights) +Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-D ice +I'm so big, niggas see me twice +(This is for the heavyweights) +We three guys, that don't play those games +You got beef with us, nigga say our names +[Eightball] +Yeah, yeah +Take it to the next level, Joe, Crack and Big Ball +Blaze up the hay, one two, mic check y'all +All been warned, this heavyweight combination +Connected in the disclosed location +So niggas won't be runnin up and make me have to slug at, above that +Part of yo' body where your bulletproof hug at +Rugrat, you better find some mo' kids to play with +Three titanic niggas, we ain't got to say shit +Our way shit, do some real make em pay shit +Them niggas wit me that don't rap, them the one's that spray shit +Pop pop, with the chop chop, out the drop top +Drip drip, goes a nigga blood, til his heart stop +Hard times made a nigga write a lot of hard rhymes +Hard lines from my mind took Eightball big time +With Fat Joe and Big Pun +I guarantee don't none of y'all tricks want NONE +Chorus: Big Punisher +(This is for the heavyweights) +[Pun] Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-D ice +I'm so big, niggas see me twice +(This is for the heavyweights) +We three guys, that don't play those games +You got beef with us, nigga say our names +(This is for the heavyweights) +Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-D ice +I'm so big, niggas see me twice +(This is for the heavyweights) +We three guys, that don't play those games +You got beef with us, nigga say our names +(This is for the heavyweights..) +[Big Pun] +Yo, aiyyo fuck you! Fuck your whole crew for breathin +Fuck your mother, your father, your kids - for no reason +I don't give a fuck if you da wildest nigga on earth +It's one planet and I'm the fattest motherfucker in the universe +You worse than a motherfuckin snake in the grass +Fake for the cash, wait til you pass ??, shake and you crash +You pay for yo' acts, and all the mistakes you made in yo' past +Hope you get raped in yo' ass while you, takin a bath +UP NORTH - you wouldn't last a day and a half +I'll bet my weight and my stack, a razor will slash, yo' face and yo' ass +Before you can say, "Take me at last, I'm ready for death" +Now you just heavnely strapped +A cherry with lips, a fairy or bitch, you barely exist.. +.. you motherfuckers ready for this? +Grab your crucifix, tell god I'm coming for your juicy lips +You'se a bitch, don't let me run up in yo crib with the ruthlessness +Bruising shit enough to hurt and pain I'll bring +You got beef with Pun, nigga say my name +I don't play those games, you picked the wrong nigga to fuck with +Punk bitch, that's why yo' mother suck dick! +What... +Chorus: Big Punisher +(This is for the heavyweights) +Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-D ice +I'm so big, niggas see me twice +(This is for the heavyweights) +We three guys, that don't play those games +You got beef with us, nigga say our names +(This is for the heavyweights) +Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-D ice +I'm so big, niggas see me twice +(This is for the heavyweights) +We three guys, that don't play those games +You got beef with us, nigga say our names +(This is for the heavyweights)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Fish[Intro] +Ayo +You know, they're killers themselves +Hey, hey, hey, forty-six hundred in there, duke +How you want it? How you want it? +How you want it? Stop that, stop that +These are the men who lead the crime families of America +I control 26,000 men +Except for dope, we operate in all aspects of organized crime +And if there's one thing I'm sure of +It's that drugs destroy your mind and destroy your home +In the end, it'll only lead our country into ruin +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +We eat fish, toss salads and make rap ballads +The biochemical slanglord'll throw the arrows +In the dope fiend, vocal cords switch laser beams +My triple sevens broke the slot machines out in Queens +Grey Poupon is Revlon rap, smack pawns, swing like batons +Most my niggas smoke like Hillshire Farms +Check the gummy sole, underneath my shoe lies the tap +That attract bow-legged bitches with wide horse gaps +In steel mills I inhale smoke to blow on duns +You run errands, Primatene Mist is afraid of my lungs +Turn my channel, it'll blow your whole bench off the panel +Like eighty roman candles that backfired then slammed you +Every day is like a video shoot, check this shit +I take it back to Playboy, stash guns in whips +Picture afro picks, shish kabobs and dashikis +Thousands civil marched, raised their fists in early sixties +[Verse 2: Cappadonna] +Now check this one, you must have been stupid to miss this one +Donna shogun and flip a ton of fashion +Destination be the cash one, I step past one +Don't make me blast one, I'm cold like Eskimo floe +Cappa-villain stay chillin', take shots of penicillin +Clean out and let the steam out, she fiend to blow out +But I'm equipped with mad white, Morris The Rat got nine lives +I'll take a few hundred thousand dollar dives +And then I still never go down, until the last round I shine +When RZA do his thing motherfucker, I'ma do mine +[Verse 3: Raekwon] +Now, where I come from cats be carrying +Marrying drug money, fuck up your wife, get four to life +Cream we handling, Midtown niggas scrambling +Move and examine the fly shit, plus quick to buy shit +Chef, yeah, you know the whole god's astral +Fidel Castro suits, plus depositing cash rule +Big time, play it like Canadian wine +RZA's divine now, the sacredness of one's true mind +Now let's get colorful like money-green +High roller coaster, Sosa, million dollar nigga roaster +Yeah, god, be having my whole steez laced +Now let's rap a taste, connect dots, aim Glocks, train stop +Figaro fly jewelin', tri-color Cubans +Swerving with power Germans and Suburbans +Twenty-four niggas with vests on, my own restaurant +Dons sending my sons membership forms +And still getting this paper scraper +Fake gators from Jamaica, wizzes be passing like Lakers +And it be coming from Lex Louis Rich Liberace +Fetus style and block ya goals like hockey + +3 Headed Goat[Intro] +(Aviator) +[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +That's right, featuring Cory Gunz and YD +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +These ain't no SD +Bitch, these Jimmy Choos, might be the Miu Mius +Might be the Giuseppes +Bitch, you could get left, so bitch, get me right +You gotta impress me +Lil' bitch walking 'round with her titties out +Like she gon' breastfeed +Police raiding my spot +They saw it was me and took selfies +Play with them guns +Soon as they pop I'm gon' hit my target +In front of his broad, in front of his daughters +I'm so remorseless +We in Miami in the middle of a pandemic +And we on a new beach +Working that salmon, runnin' that sushi +I cannot mention my hoes inside of my songs +'Cause I know they be bragging a lot +I can't keep these pills, getting high with these bitches +I'm supposed to be handing 'em out +Show me that nigga who say he getting rich off of dope +'Cause my niggas be jabbing a lot +I heard that you and them niggas you with ain't no joke +My niggas laughing out loud, yeah +That shit was awesome, took her to Nordstroms +Just had a foursome, didn't have to force 'em +You cannot come back around me +You turn your back on me, I cannot forgive +You need to stop fucking with strippers +Tou run into agents and giving 'em tips +We kill your slime, we take your work +We take your bitch, you a bitch +My bitch is a snob, my fool is a jerk +And I bet this missile don't miss +[Verse 2: YD] +Shorty might got a pole but won't pop shit +He be talking like he down to drop shit +Bitch I'm up in your crib and I don't got a key +I be all in yo shit like a locksmith (Get em) +And we ain't throwing hands, better stop it +You ain't see no white flag when we squash shit (Nah) +And you know what's gon' happen when Tune put me right on a track +Bitch, you know that's the squad shit +Heard your funds just got low, ain't no job, nigga +So you out here, and you bout to starve nigga +I was in your position, and back in the day, I was all by myself, I would rob niggas +Now my money up, I'm living large, nigga +Ain't no need to relive in the dark, nigga +Now I'm 'bout to skrrt off of the lot in the Bentley +And take up two spots when I park, nigga (Skrt) +Man, these niggas be boasting +I don't even drink on the liquor +'Cause when I skate, bitch, I need focus +No comedian joking, man +I hope he get his ass right on the stand so my youngins can roast him +Man, you know why I'm chosen, 'cause I ran here first in the game, put my foot down 'til that bitch was choking +This shit be promotion 'cause I'm smoking on this good kush, bitch, and it's potent +[Verse 3: Cory Gunz] +Lean, water, intelligence, nigga finding your medicine +My weapons will knock an ottoman out of your residence +Got your wife on the edible, secret service +And she taking it down like the president +Can't survive in my element +If you never been in stride with the lions and elephants +When they free all my niggas then wherever Weezy be +Where I'm flying the felons in (Yup) +They be rhyming so predicate +Then, when you see 'em in person, they quiet and delicate +And 'til somebody die for the death of your brethren +I cannot buy what you selling in +We met at the Mandalay she live in San Jose +Visiting town with a friend today +When they hop in the Laundaulet +We 'bout to fuck over mandolins, champagne and creme brulée +Tell your little mans to stay in his place +Don't wanna get shot in your shin today +Nigga play on the internet, I don't get into that +I send a shot in your shin today +Way too many niggas and not enough bitches for all of this bitch shit +Too many to name, you know who to call +For real, some pimp shit +What you saying is not realistic +I just left Elliante the district +But I still go to Vice with the biscuit +Even still for a slice and I missed it +'Bout to gamble your life on a trip bitch +I be rolling the dice on on her lipstick +I'm a different type of sadistic +I don't look at the price when I get shit +I don't put in no ice when I sip shit +Lot of boomers and lights when I clip shit +Leave the room looking like I just flipped shit +She be riding me like I'm a ripstick +She say she want a body for Christmas +I'm living like some bucket list shit +If you don't like it suck a sick dick1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +​regrets (Demo)[Chorus: Lil Peep & Horse Head & Both] +I've been poppin' pills, I've been tryna forget 'bout you (Tryna forget 'bout you) +Honestly, I got regrets 'bout you (I got regrets 'bout you) +Baby, it's over now, you're gonna cry all night +I'm gonna smile at you when I see you and pretend that I'm alright +I'm never sober now, I'm gettin' high all night +I'm 'bout to put this in my system to erase you from my mind +[Verse: Horse Head] +Yeah +I was in lust with you +Thought that I loved you, but I got the two confused +I don't wanna fall asleep with you in my head +And I know that +You regret some things you said +And honestly, I have regrets about you +[Chorus: Lil Peep & Horse Head & Both] +I've been poppin' pills, I've been tryna forget 'bout you (Tryna forget 'bout you) +And honestly, I got regrets 'bout you (I got regrets 'bout you) +Baby, it's over now, you're gonna cry all night +I'm gonna smile at you when I see you and pretend that I'm alrightEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Imperial [Remix](feat. Busta Rhymes) +Chorus: Rah Digga +Flipmode the Imperial +You know you love it when you hear us on the radio +Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo +Or in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the disco +And if you want the fly shit, my nigga here we go +You know it's Digga lookin pretty in the video +With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you don't hear me though +Just when you think we done we hit y'all we got plenty mo' +Blow! +(Rah Digga) +It be's the little mama, lip gloss and eyeliner +The only shit poppin like White Castle or the Donna +Rah Digga make the joints that the DJs blast +Ghetto diva in the Source with the 3 page ad +Watch as the hood rat messiah climb swiftly +Labels scarred to death to let their artist bomb with me +Cause you can send your thuggest MC and watch me son 'em +The ruggedest bitch, don't even rhyme about gunnin +Got joints circulating like them old karate flicks +Buncha Rah Digga shirts on some big body chicks +Throw my shit in your hoopty or your luxury trucks +And make the quickest turn around like 'dro for 20 bucks +And I'll still be the greatest if this rap shit fail me +Back to jackin bootleg flicks from out the deli +Livin off the interest +Sippin on Tequila with my logo on the side of fuckin 18 wheelers +Chorus +(Busta Rhymes) +Ay yo yo yo +Raze and dazzle niggas like ya'll +Spread niggas like you and dismantle niggas like y'all +I got the thing that'll majorly handle niggas like y'all +Fight y'all, bust a semi and cancel niggas like y'all +I know some joke niggas who love to hassle niggas like y'all +Talk, and fix and simply dance on niggas like y'all +Trample niggas like y'all +Make examples outta niggas like y'all +Grit their teeth and cock the hammer up inside the dance hall +Thugs, here's another sample for niggas like ya'll +Or for the ones who pass and light a roman candle for niggas like y'all +Fight for niggas like y'all +Grad the mic from motherfuckers like y'all +Blow the spot in the night for all my niggas like y'all +My get high niggas, I blaze for niggas like y'all +Stink the spot up with 'dro now spray the fuckin Lysol +You know we be the ultimate +We fuckin with some other shit +And when we hit y'all +Yes, we sit and watch ya'll niggas ride the dick +Chorus +(Busta Rhymes) +A'yo, clap and slap up a nigga for talkin lotsa wack shit +While I roll around with the Harriet Thugman of this rap shit +(Rah Digga) +Black chick, with intellect, who wanna match wits? +Write my own rhymes so can't no nigga tell me jack shit +(Busta Rhymes) +Master shit, Flipmode exclusive across the map and shit +Presenting the first lady of the squad so give me dap and shit +(Rah Digga) +Sayin' peace when you see me, play the role like Ally Sheedy +And I ain't gon' join ya cipher if the weed's too seedy +(Busta Rhymes) +Yo, make sure you see what we doing now, put on your binoculars +Then I gas ya like a paid latino down at Banco Popular +(Rah Digga) +Rah Digga underground and gon' always blow the spot for ya +Longest runnin shit since the phantom of the opera +(Busta Rhymes) +Bus-a-Bus, going down as one of the greatest spoken philosophers +Holding a 12-shot semi with a little red dot for ya +(Rah Digga) +First and only female unmatched by anyone +Rip it from old school to the next millenium +Chorus + +0 to 300I lost Nuski & Rondo to some bitch niggas +Turn 0 to 300, hit the switch nigga +And my circle no squares so you dont fit nigga +Draft day with my shooters so who you pick nigga +Heard some rappers from my way, they got they chain snatched +Tryna pay my nigga Top to get they chain back +Police rappin from my way had to explain that +Name all in them papers boy explain that +Opps all on my dick, want me to tweet 'em back +I can't tweet 'bout violence, be on the news at 9 +Tell Lil Jojo no CLOUT, man he in snoozin now +You feed a nigga you just mad you gotta move around +Oh Lord, I called Zu with that pipe, he like O Dawg +And it's a glo in my city, we dont know yall +They killed my blood cousin Nuski, I'ma show yall +50k we watch the squad news post +50 commas you end up Zeko, dead man +Arm, Leg, Egg, Chest, we talkin head man +Caught my daddy with 8 mil he in the feds man +We catch a snitch then he a dead man +Try to give me probation, I'll take it any day +I dont smoke or drink anyway +I pick LeBron over Tony Parker thats any day +I pick a srt8 over a foreign thats any day +My nigga laughin, i be specific now +We cut 'em loose now we ain't pillow talkin to bitches now +I never heard a story about him really gettin down +(what he do?) heard he got a rapper for the low with em now +2 for 5, I gotta chill shit +Thinkin' bout my bro I wanna kill shit +At least I ain't lying I keep it real bitch +Shoutout Keke Palmer she a real bitch +Oh Lord, shoutout to them O Boys +These pussy niggas makin no noise +I'm from Chiraq, Drillinois +So kill the noise I'ma tell em like- Ohhh +I was in LA, Game wanted a hook nigga +Menace he my witness want that look nigga +Tyga went to go pay 'em I think he shook nigga +Yeah come to Chicago and meet that Wuk nigga +Or that Count nigga, or that last nigga +Or that Twin nigga, Bump he in the feds nigga +How you gon dickride the block then get a pass nigga? +I see you in LA you ain't get no pass now87EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +The genesis - explicit album versionNAS +"Get-get.. get down!" +New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete +And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration +Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem +Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starvin' +Pushin' cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's +But there's a long list of high-profile celebrities +Worldwide on the thorough side of things +Livest kings, some died, one guy, one time +One day grabs me, as I'm about to blast heat +40-side of Vernon, I turned well he asked me +"What you up to, the cops goin' bust you" +I was a teen drunk off brew, stumbled I wondered +If God sent him, cause two squad cars entered the block +And looked at us, I ain't flinch when they watched +I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair +Starin' at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to what the dice do +Yeah man, throwin' them bones +Hopin my ace get his case thrown +His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight hoein' +While he lookin' at centerfolds of pretty girls +Showin' they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's livin' proof +The D.A. who tried him was lyin' +A white dude, killed his mother durin' the case +Hung jury, now the D.A. is bein' replaced +Pre-trial hearin' is over, it's real for the soldier +Walks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild +Triple-homicide, I sit in the back aisle +I want to crack a smile when I see him +Throw up a fist for black power, cause all we want is his freedom +He grabbed a court officer's gun and started squeezin' +Then he grabbed the judge, screams out, nobody leavin' everybody +[Chorus] +"Get down, get down! Get down, get down!" [Repeats] +Everybody +"Get down, get down! Get down, get down!" +[Nas] +Some niggas fuck they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em +Weird-ass niggas are dangerous, so don't test 'em +They make you, disappear, this a year that I won't forget +Sold CD's double platinum, met mo' execs +Southern niggas, independent label, real killers +Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chillin' +They had the coke game somethin' crazy +Sold music out the trunk of they car, that shit amazed me +Put me onto heron blunts, sherm or somethin' +Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch them +Southern niggas ain't slow, nigga tried to play me +I left from around them dudes, they cool but they crazy +Now I'm back around the old school that raised me +New York gangstas, we loungin', out in L.A. see +A dude wrote my dawg from Pelican Bay +The letter say, "Nas I got your back - the fools don't play" +I rolled with some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral +Never saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible +The nigga still alive in a hospital +Midnight they crept in his room and shot the doctor too +See my cousin's in the game, thuggin' and things +He plugged me with a dame who was half-Mexicano +Gave the ass up, I'ma mack daddy Soprano +She passed me the indigo, but the imbecile +Should of never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed +Openin' the hotel room do', to let her goons in +But I moved in a manner, on some Jet Li shit +I let the hammers blow, wet three kids +See honey thought I had somethin' to do, with all the drama +Cause I was with a crew, that had her people killed +Called up my cousin, told him I ain't fuckin' with you +He responded cool, but told me out here this how motherfuckers +[Chorus] +All I really gotta say is that +If that's how our people goin' get down, how we ever goin' get up? +How we ever goin' get up if that's how we get down? +A shame when you ain't look at it +My folk is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk +Somebody gotta make a changeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Duel of the Iron Mic[Intro] +Oh, mad one, we see your trap +You can never escape your fate +Submit with honor to a duel with my son +I agree +I see you're using an old style +I wondered where you'd learned it from +You know very well, it's yours too +Heh, I had forgotten, will you show me? +And what have you come for? +You come here, since you're so interested - fight me +[Verse 1: GZA] +Yo, picture bloodbaths in elevator shafts +Like these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craft +Check the print, it's where veterans spark the letterings +Slow-moving MCs is waiting for the editing +The liquid soluble that made up the chemistry +A gaseous element, that burned down your ministry +Herbal vapors and biblical papers +Smoking Exodus, every square yard is plush +Fuck the screw-faced photo sessions, facial expression +Leaves impression, try to keep a shark nigga guessing +Give crazy shouts, son, here's the outcome +Cut across the semi-gloss rhymes you floss +Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings +Suede-fronts, bell-bottoms, and tri-colored Shearlings +I ain't particular, I bang like vehicular homicides +On July 4th, from Bed-Stuy +Where money don't grow on trees and there's thieving MC's +Who cut-throat to rake leaves +They can't breathe, blood splash, rushing fast +Like running rivers, I be that whiskey in your liver +[Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard] +Duel of the Iron Mic! +It's the fifty-two fatal strikes! +[Verse 2: Masta Killa] +This is not a '85 affair made clear +When the Gods get on to perform storms blew up +Wu's up, causing the crowd to self-destruct +Killer Beez are stinging something while I reveal +Science that's heavily guarded by the culprit +Bombing your barracks with aerodynamic +Swordplay, poison darts by the doorway +Minds that's laced with explosive doses +Damaging lyrical launcher +Lunge at the youthful offender then injure +Any contender, testing the murderous Master +Could lead to disaster, dynamite thoughts +Explode through your barrier, rips the retina +Who can withstand the astonishing punishing +Stings to the sternum, shocked in the Hip Hop livestock +Seeking for a serum to cure 'em +[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] +Adults kill for drugs plus the young bucks bust +Ducking handcuffs, throats get cut when dough rush +Out of town foes look shook but still pose +We move like real pros through the streets we stroll +Bullet holes lace the windows in one-six-oh +So control the avenues that's the dream that's sold +Building lobbies are graveyards for small-timers +Bitches caught in airports, keys in they vaginas +No peace, yo the police mad corrupt +You get bagged up, depending if you're passing the cut +Plus shorty's not a shorty no more, he's living heartless +Regardless of the charges, claims to be the hardest +Individual, critical thoughts, criminal minded +Blinded by illusion, finding it confusing +[Hook] +Duel of the Iron Mic! +It's the fifty-two fatal strikes! +Duel of the Iron Mic! +It's the fifty-two fatal strikes! +[Outro] +Huh, Master, he must be dreaming, heh +Well, if he is dreaming then he must be asleep +And if he's asleep, then I will wake him up! +At the height of their fame and glory, they turned on one another +Each struggling in vain for ultimate supremacy +In the passion and depth of their struggle +The very art that had raised them to such Olympian heights was lost +Their techniques vanished + +Uptown Reps[ Intro: Man ] +The uptown connec' is very powerful +What we need to do is +Build somethin, so powerful +That nobody can fuck with us +See what I mean? +Okay +Fuck those cockroaches +[ Mase ] +Yeah +Check it out +Here come +Mase +The muthafuckin big l +My nigga gruff +Bout to bring it to you faggots +So when this shit drop +Y'all niggas be ready to go for your guns, nigga +Check it out +1-2 +Hit em one time, yo +[ Verse 1: Mase ] +Yo, I barely know you +But the way you front, make you wanna blow you +You rappin, but you local, my shit is goin global +Niggas ain't ready, nah, fuck figures that petty +I want bricks so thick, you cut em with machetes +Any nigga met me know I'm bout gettin cheddy +Ain't nothin fancy, settle for 1500 chevy +I watched my man get banned tryin to plan scams +Done ran grams on a pan am to san fran +We want the money, so it's a must we get paid +I puff in the shade, rock clothes custom-made +Send bricks to papi, be big as liberacce +You don't believe me? nigga, watch me +Unfold your phone and call up all your soldiers at home +Tell em you saw mase in rolling stone holdin a chrome +Now he probably out in a poconos strokin hoes +Smokin those, celebratin, open the mo? s +A cool guy, even a cool guy can't get too high +Even his boo'll try to set him for his moolah +The cops take us to where a cell block await us +I watch my capers clock and paper rock on glaciers +Yo l, I ain't got to tell you what to do +[ Big L ] (what up, what up? ) +Man, just lace them niggas +[ Big L ] (aight, you know how we gon' do this) +Word up, dun +[ Big L ] +Harlem nyc style +B.I.G. style +MVP style +Baby, check it out +[ Verse 2: Big L ] +Check it, I got more papers than the new york post +Packin toast, this host is quick to roast the mic, then I'm ghost +I'm not a soprano like that italiano sammy gravano +Mc's be gettin knocked off like Paulie Castellano +This little menace be guzzlin hennessy +Props from here to tennessee, police wanna finish me +You know I hate jakes, they mad cause I make papes +I'm large like the great lakes, with drug spots in 8 states +Chillin, makin sure this money is right +Sippin sunny delite, hittin every honey in sight +Playboy, tracks I like rough, ain't that right, gruff? +I might puff some green shit, but no white stuff +I shoot the gift like a quick fix, front and get your shit stitched +I drop slick hits (go l) get off my dick, bitch +When I was broke, you ain't wanna see me get rich +Now I kill tracks and flip bricks and murder nitwits +And I'm all about big bankrolls, clothes and hostin shows +Smokin foes and strokin hoes in the Poconos +Without cash you ain't meant to live +Signin out corleone, the uptown representative +Hey yo, gruff, man +This is yo track, man +What you waitin for? +Rip this shit +[ Verse 3: McGruff ] +Now my life somethin finer, it wasn't when I was a minor +See, but now I'm pumpin china +White, nigga, yeah, right out the diner +For this shit here I could get time in either +Facility, locked up where all the villains be +Make your first move if you're bored of grillin me +From harlem world, take care of your mob and your girl +Too much dom, gruff can't starve in this world +.38 revolve with the pearl +My wolves hollerin at the moon as the earth revolve in a twirl +Blood thirst, nigga with dough get rushed first +Get him, a thug search, tell him these slugs hurt +Do you in, hooligans, timbs and rough shirts +Bust jerks, better duck when gruff squirts +Leave niggas in more pain than when your nuts hurt +Give niggas the business, done-done much dirt +Alright, alright +You see what I'm talkin about? +That's what I'm talkin about +Who started this? +Uptown! +Who made this? +Harlem! +Soon the whole world will be high! +Everything's sugarless, baby +Now okay!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Slap! Slap! Slap![Intro: Missy Elliott] +Something you can dance to +Ooh, yeah +Mmm, yeah +Mmm, yeah +Mmm, yeah, yeah +Mmm, yeah +Mmm, yeah +Mmm, yeah +[Verse 1: Missy Elliott] +Me and my clique +Run through the gutters, breakin' down shutters +As the beats go, dun-dun-dun-dutta +Ain't nothing better than these flavor buttas +It's like freakin' with your lovers tryna bust his rubba' +Have him, have him undercover like he thought he never +How the hell a bitch like me become so clever? +Y'all whack MC's, y'all never, never +Talkin' hard as a cock but as light as a feather +Y'all suspect hoes, y'all suspect hoes +Takin' off y'all clothes, y'all reject hoes +Y'all feel the rhythm, I'm 'bout to kill 'em +[Chorus: Missy Elliott & Timbaland] +Slap, slap, slap +Right across your melon, easy +Nigga, slap, slap, huh +Right across your melon, easy +[Verse 2: Missy Elliott] +Y'all little (Uh-huh) +Tryna act bigger, don't you get the picture? (Uh-huh) +Every freakin' year I come with something sicker (Sicker) +Fans takin' flicks, wanna get my picture (Uh-huh) +Freaks only speak, "Do you know Jigga?" (Uh-huh) +Strange mother****** tryna be my nigga (Uh-huh) +Turned your man to an ass-licker (Uh) +Cheatin' ass men, these cheatin' ass men (Uh) +Time to stop gamin' and stay the fuck in (Uh) +You feel the rhythm, I'm 'bout to kill 'em +[Chorus: Da Brat, Missy Elliott & Timbaland] +Smack, smack, smack +Right across your melon, pronto +Huh, I said, smack, smack, smack +Right across your melon, pronto (Uh) +[Verse 3: Da Brat] +You don't wanna get smacked right quick +Wit' a upper cut, tight fist +I don't give a fuck if you don't like this +Still get paid to bust the right shit +Still get paid when I hop on the dick +Not a prostitute, I gotta a lot of loot +But if you knock the boots, at least cop the coupe +What I'm s'posed to do? Starve for you +This ain't sparkle nigga, I can't crawl for you +That's impossible +I make the rules +I pay the dues +I wear the pants +Bought the shoes, they Prada too +Fuck with me, you lose +Step to me and get bruised +Your chances are not few, they none +So what I'm bitchy? +Roll a fat blunt wit' Missy in the front wit' me +Tim' hit me, ow, with the bang to the boogie the beat +Burnin' 'em wit the heat +It don't concern me, when niggas talk shit +They just wanna learn me +When they see me, I permanently damage they shit internally +And slap, slap, slap 'em right across the melon (Haha) +[Chorus: Timbaland] +Nigga, slap, slap, huh +Right across your melon, easy (Easy) +[Verse 4: Ms. Jade] +I'm the M-S-J-A-D-E +Toes and lows, bling like I'm B.G +I don't need you niggas help, shit, I write my own +Gimme a beat and a muthafuckin' microphone +Picture this shit, me, Missy and Timbaland +Was 'bout to take it to the streets, but the chicken ran +Oh shit, it's gettin kinda hot in here +Oh shit, make niggas stop and stare +Talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdy +Smack the shit out of Clyde 'cause Bonnie should've paid me +Get old heads for they checks that sign right +And I get lil' boys for they dough on prom night +'Cause I do my thing, knots in a pocket +Smack, smack, smack +All up in your noggin, early +I said, smack, smack, smack +All up in your noggin +[Chorus: Timbaland] +Nigga, slap, slap, huh +Right across your melon, easy + +My Beyoncé[Chorus: Lil Durk] +Ooh, I like the way she move +Shorty my baby, my everything, she the truth +Together we cool, me and her can't lose +Keep 'em on their feet, baby, I know they so confused +Shorty my Beyoncé +Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ +Shorty my Beyoncé +Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ +My Beyoncé +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +Trippin' on that drank, but I know she worth it +Independent baby, I know she workin' +Adriana's serving drinks, 20 bottles, urgent +I know it can be better but nobody's perfect +We flirted for a minute, DeJ, that's my baby +I ain't trippin', I'm like Henny, yeah I'm in her kidneys +She like to play her songs to the way I'm hittin' it +Turn around like, "Damn Durk, I like the way you hittin' it" +Don't believe the rumors, girl +You know I'll do you, girl +I don't wanna hear the shit about the niggas +That tried to do you, girl +Fuck the past right now +Shawty got you right now +And you hot right now +You can get it right now, baby +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +Ooh, I like the way she move +Shorty my baby, my everything, she the truth +Together we cool, me and her can't lose +Keep 'em on their feet, baby, I know they so confused +Shorty my Beyoncé +Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ +Shorty my Beyoncé +Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ +My Beyoncé +[Verse 2: DeJ Loaf] +I let him get it when he want it, knock it down and push up on it +I was plottin' for a while, now I got him where I want him +They didn't understand none of this was planned +99 problems but a bitch better not be none +Na na, na na, yeah yeah +This ain't what he want, I told him that +Leave your girl, be through with that +Get with DeJ, he ain't ever goin' back +He was shy when I seen him, now he smile +Heard a few rumors but they ain't my style +I be hatin' when he out of town +Hotel, I FaceTime you, no towel +They ain't get it but they ain't our problem +What the fuck can they do about it? +Durk and DeJ +I'm thinkin' 'bout changin' my last name +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +Ooh, I like the way she move +Shorty my baby, my everything, she the truth +Together we cool, me and her can't lose +Keep 'em on their feet, baby, I know they so confused +Shorty my Beyoncé +Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ +Shorty my Beyoncé +Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ +My Beyoncé +[Verse 3: Lil Durk] +You and I +White dress, flowers, and a suit and tie +Me and you like Bonnie and Clyde +No beat the case, we're do or die +Who am I to say you ain't natural? +Your haters my haters, ain't switchin' up, baby, I got you +I'm with her like a tattoo +The way you wear that dress, they gon' attack you +The way you look at me, baby, I got you +I hit it from the front, I like the back too +She say, "Lay down so I can ride you" +I know that she fiending +She scratchin' my back, I like how she screamin' +I fuck her and leave her, she fiending +Shawty my Beyoncé +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +Ooh, I like the way she move +Shorty my baby, my everything, she the truth +Together we cool, me and her can't lose +Keep 'em on their feet, baby, I know they so confused +Shorty my Beyoncé +Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ +Shorty my Beyoncé +Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ +My Beyoncé +[Outro: Lil Durk] +Ooh, ooh +Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ +Ooh, ooh43EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Candy On Chrome[Verse 1: Big T] +I been really trryyiinn' baaabbyy +Tryin' to come down da slab for sooo looonngg yeah +And if you feel like T feel baby +Want cha come on OOH! +Come on WOO! +[Chorus: Big T] +Candy on chrome OOOW! +Candy, candy on chrome +Slabbed out baby +Candy on chrrroooommmeee +Swingas! +Candy on chrroommee +WOOHOOHOO! +[Verse 2: Big T] +We're all in-house playas wit' soooo much to gain +And it ain't no thang: woooo) +But since we got to be here, let's swang +Cuz' I love it, thereeeee's nothin' wrooong +With T comin' thrroouugghh, baby not at aaaalllll +Heeey, droppin' my slab with me and you can never go wrong +Cuz' my slab is true, ooh baby +I SAY WOO HOO HOO! +Don't you know how sweet and wonderful chasin' can beeeeee +WOO HOOOOOOOOO! +Riiide watchin' streets baby and poppin' trunk wit' meeee +I SAY WOO WOO, I SAY WOOO! +I ain't gonna wooorryy cuz' I'm lookin' gooooddd +Like a playa shhoouulldd gurl +I said come on come on come on come on come on baby +Let's floss through the hoooooddd +OOOOHHH! +[Chorus: Big T] +I'm ridin' candy on chrome +HHHOOOOOOOE! +Candy on chrome +You know what I'm talkin' aboooout true drop baby +HEEY HEEEEY! +And let the slabs come OUT! +If yoouuu believe in slabs let's get it ooonnn +WHOOOAA! +Ridin' on chrome baby, this man is hard yeah +I'm ridin' on candy chrome: EEEEEEEE!) +Just candy chrome, HOOW HHOOOWWW! +[Verse 3: Lil' Flip] +Hey, Southside G's ride nuthin' but reeeed +You can ask Bevis I get nuthin' but heeaadd +I drink so much I sleep wit' my cup in da beeedd +All I gotta do is pop trunk to turn the heeaad +I'm on 84's and I'm actin' baaadd +My paint job look like a maxi ppaaaddd +They call me Lil' Flip mayne I thought you knneeww +I'm the first one to freestyle 10 minutes on scrreewww +Me and Big T in da Escalaaddeee +Like Lil' Troy it's a better wwaaayy +I ride on chrome each and every daaayy +Every song I get I'm gettin radio plaayeedd +I'm only 18, but my candy DRIP +If you got cavaties don't like ya LIPS +And the freestyle king is my NICK NAME +I let my bumper kit HANG, while I grip GRAIN +[Verse 4: Big T] +I said come on come on come on come on come on DARLIN' +Let's floss through the hooooooodddd +OOOHH OOHHH! +[Chorus: Big T] +CANDY ON CHROME +I'm ridin' on candy to chrome baby +Yes I do baby I got to ride on chrome +CANDY ON CHROME +You don't have to worry cuz' I'm on da phooooone +CANDY ON CHHRRROOOMMMEEE +Cuz' if the 3's move ya' the phones will groove ya' +CANDY ON CHRROOMMEE +Woo and let da top on doowwnnn HO HOOOOEEE! +Get it on, on chrome baby +I said baby can you feel me +Cuz' dem choppas be lookin' like +HO HOOOEEE! +Oh baby baby can you feeeelll meee +Ohh yeah cuz dem choppas be lookin' like +HO HOOOOEEEE! + +Blue Armor[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Uh-huh +[Ghostface Killah] +Greasy, razor blades, shots spray, military +Armor, keep blaze packed, all day, dog's day +Groundhog Day, ya'll bitch niggas got sweet hands, word +I know why, why? Ya'll all gay, pop off head +Get your top rocked, way across state +The pamphlet read, from seven to nine, don't hold that weight +Ya'll just bait, I'm a fisherman, I own this lake +When I catch fish, I fry 'em, to they backside flake +I smash ya'll muthafuckas like a seedless grape +And hang niggas like some ceiling fans in K-Mart plates +Feel me? Shake double earthquakes, give thanks, give shanks +Word to my momma, I cut the grass on you fucking snakes +Expose, don't tell, use a mo', round the way +Go-Go down, gone with the wind, he's a he-she +Bitch ass nigga for sale, like Magilla +Standing in the window, with a sign, "Yes, I fuck men, though" +[Interlude: Ghostface Killah (Sheek Louch)] +Aiyo, Sheek (What up, dog?) +Stab one of them niggas, nigga, word up! +[Sheek Louch] +Aiyo, my niggas is wetted, they drunk and they trying to eat +The hammers on 'em, and they ain't out looking for meat +I'm jumping out cars, I'm giving you permanent scars +Your hardest nigga, you can't compare him to ours +I'm sitting on crates, I'm missing probation dates +I'm stuck with this weight, my wifey period late +I'm hot as fuck, my truck keep getting tailed +It's like every week, one of mines getting jailed +Forgetting bail, piss test failed +Got parole on us, then wanna roll on us +I'm at my momma crib sleep, who told on us? +I'm sick to death, I'm on fire in the streets +Like in Back to the Future, when the car left +Ghost'll clap for me, fuck, rap for me +Yo, tell them niggas on the Island, get strapped for me +Het wet ya, and throw the stocking +On his face, like when he first met cha +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, me and Sheek drug heads like a bottle of Goose +I had my road dogs follow your troops +Gorilla game, African tribe, Somalian crew +With a flow so sick, my high temperature'll body the flu +Crack heads get knocked out, right in front of the school +Slap 'em Sheek, wake his ass up, he can't even move +Cereal box is crack and ratchets, in the cocaine spot +My fiends'll box filled with coke head classics +Dope money, flood me rags of kush, heavy drags +Bodegas, I'm mad, my older sister Patty's a butch +Guns come out like my mother's teeth, watch how I'm throwing heat +The leg gravy be steaming over smothered beef +From eight-ball jackets to cops and robbers +My last drug run, I threw in two bricks to garbage +I wash my money in Woolite, dunyy, sippin' on Folgers +Black jewels trucking, still come through bummy + +I Rock On[Hook] +I rock on and on and on and on +And niggas ain't leaving til six in the morning +I rock on and on and on and on +That's right, they go on and on and on and on +I rock on and on and on and on +And the niggas ain't leaving til six in the morning +I rock on and on and on and on +Ah, come on, Greasy +[Verse 1] +Took a little time but brought +It back for the real heads +Feels real good to be +Back in the building +The lack of the spectacular +Was crushing your soul yeah +Miraculous the lack of risk +Amongst all the foes here +The awesomest of misses +New submission to history, reminiscing on +The generations pissing in Dixie, cups +I carry with me, all the souls, so the kids be +Atta girl go getters, incredible "know the ledges" broads +I'm a legend, call John, nigga ask him +And every motherfucker's taking bronze rapping +With Jeannie on a track it's really leaning to harassment +Am I wrong class, NO +I'm an original iconoclast, monotone +Monochrome clothes, with her mama's ass +Sly Stone, Everyday People +Colon comma dash +That's a profile of me as an emoticon +I know it's clever baby, because I wrote the song +[Hook] +I rock on and on and on and on +And the niggas ain't leaving til six in the morning +I rock on and on and on and on +That's right, now come on +I rock on and on and on and on +And the niggas ain't leaving til six in the morning +I rock on and on and on and on +Now come on +[Verse 2] +Every day I'm unmistakably high-er +You would think I had some coke or mary jane +On my rider, nope +Only dope is fire up is blokes that I rival +Even though they mostly hate the quotes they know they inspire +I'm too dope to retire +I'm too broke to be tired +I'm supposed to be flyer, not remotely weak either +Climbing over these liars laying lower each lineup +Rhyming over reason find her praying rosary kind of, like +Miners, Chilé +Divine bust, really +The rhymes blessed, dressed as the madonna +With frilly, ruffled black lace gloves +And tucking a macmilly, in her clutch bag actually +What's so bad? Blasphemy? +Kill me then, silly +I'll sell more records, and +Still be getting busy +The afterlife beckons with the cash I reckon +Maul y'all like wrecking balls, y'all better recognize +Bad when you see it y'all +[Hook] +I rock on and on and on and on +And the niggas ain't leaving til six in the morning +I rock on and on and on and on +Now come on, that's right +I rock on and on and on and on +And the niggas ain't leaving til six in the morning +I rock on and on and on and on +Now come on +[Verse 3] +You don't really wanna say "fuck Jean" right? +Cause I'm the motherfucking (A) A+ dean type +To make a ruckus then blame it on all the +(B) B's (C) seize, (D) deez nuts, bitches, these stunts +(E) Ease back man +(F) Eff y'all I'm a G +(H)hate I, J, (K) 'kay, take the L with +(M)'em, fake N-O way +Please +Pass the (P) peas like they used to say +I'm Q in Juice, you (R)are (S)escargot +Snail pace, you gon' fail the race +I (T)tee off +(U)You stay sub par +You got your V out, at the W bar +(X) Xavier's school is where I'm laying my head +Talented, yes gifted, is the Grae with the pen +(Y) Why... say less I stay in the best +Listed top ten while you drift into (Z)zed +I'm Zen +[Outro] +I rock on and on and on and on +And the niggas ain't leaving til six in the morning +But probably five +Because six is entirely too late + +Tony’s Touch[Big L] +Yo, I be that smooth cat you never seen rollin' with clowns +One of the few from Uptown that's holdin' it down +Bitches be on me like I'm welfare +Even rich whores that live in Bel Air +Is this Big L? Yeah, hell yeah +Word up, I use a chrome gat to push domes back +Watch how you talk when you call me, Feds got my phone tapped +This rap game, I put my life in it +Chain got mega ice in it +Push an Infinite, chrome rims, light-tinted +And you can see pal, it's all about me now +Twenty G's a show, bitch, three thou' just to freestyle +I made this cheese, it didn't grow on trees +Can you hold somethin'? Sure, you can hold on these +Yo I'm fat like a old Cray-on, smooth as Rayon +L is who the ladies stay on, baby play on +I stay jewel-ed up, pockets swelled up +From banks I held up +Plenty bitch-ass niggas Big L stuck +I never catch cold feet when I hold heat +We roll deep, in the triple black, dark-tinted o' jeep +I catch a fag three o'clock in the morn' +On the block all alone +And put a Glock to his dome +Tell him: Give it up quick, you nitwit, don't try to get slick +Or I'mma let this four-fifth spit, and leave your shit split +Prick, it ain't nothin' decent about me +A true thug for real, you can ask the precinct about me +A rap junky, don't try to play me like some flunky +Jewels be chunky, pockets lumpy, attitude grumpy +And mad niggas be frontin' a lot +Poppin' mad shit, tryin' to be somethin' they not +Your faggot ass better stick to dancin' +Don't even look at me, I might break your jaw just for glancin' +I'm sick like Manson +In '97 Harlem kids is blowin' +And we don't trick, we'll let a bitch starve 'til her ribs is showin'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +I’m a Goon[Verse 1] +I hold my pistol like the bible +Turn the page to a verse of vengeance +Volcanoes of violence erupt in the words of each sentence +Here's a toast to the death of my enemies +My energy similar to the devil's chi +My treachery stretch for centuries +Menacing venomously +Make you hemmorage tremendously +My five senses suspended in weed and Hennessy +You bleed endlessly +My greed gets me everything, pussy, cars, anything +The means to fulfill any dream +I'm a fiend for the better things +La Coka Nostra, my team be veterans +Uncle Howie get the cream, who's better bitch? +Forever rich, lock me up and throw away the key, I'll still never snitch +I'm a goon +[Hook] +(Wild style goons in the room) +I'm a goon with a golden six-shooter and a mullet +I'm a goon +We the ones that they write movies about +(Uncle Howie goons take over) +[Verse 2] +I make the mosh pit spin like the Anthrax "Indians" video +Here we go a cross between Slipknot and Willie Bobo +So dope I cause relapses and overdoses +Explosive like stone tablets in the hands of Moses +The most focused on global implosion +Bill burn the truth into your eyes leaving both of them smoking +Smile for the barrel, swallow the magnum +Laughing in your face while the back of your head is vomiting fragments +You can't kill Bill, that was a movie, you can't move me +Withstand the maximum impact of Uzis or AK-47s +I'm already dead, it's ILL BILL the 2011 Melle Mel +Motherfucker what's really real? Really ill? +Run up on you, hit you with Israeli steel yo we really will +Through windshields, windpipes and car seats +You die on the belt parkway next to Canarsie +[Hook] +[Verse 3] +I'm a goon in a world of atheists and religious fanatics +Pimps, whores, drug dealers, drug addicts +Rock stars, rappers, actors and other characters +Starfuckers and cocksuckers and million dollar savages +Negotiate with blowtorches to faces +Vacation, the golden nugget, made a fortune in Vegas +I'm the greatest, perfect methods of execution painless, popped in the ear of the stainless +Leave even geniuses brainless +Leave the general population shocked and horrified +Fucking with me you might as well have been born to die +My values are loyalty, truth, respect, and honor +My family's royalty, my life is an endless drama +My art is death and I'm about to paint masterpieces +Catastrophes, shattered dreams, amputees +Forgiveness is between you and god I just arrange the meeting +I just arrange the firing squad, arrange the bleeding, I'm a goon +[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Pray For Me[Intro] +Xtassy +[Verse 1: Musiq Soulchild, Lil' Kim, Musiq Soulchild & Lil' Kim] +Uh, started out hardcore (Hardcore) +Done it like never before (Done it like never before) (Never, never) +So many shows, so many tours (Woah) +And you the one that I do it for +Still goin' to this day (To this day) +Still got all my songs on replay +If you want me to stay (Want me to stay) +I'm gon' need you to just pray +[Chorus: Lil' Kim, Musiq Soulchild] +Pray for me (For me, yeah) +'Cause I be in these streets so much, I don't if I'ma make it (I don't know) +I don't if I'ma make it (Sometimes, I don't know) +Pray for me (Yeah, yeah) +'Cause times get hard, then the money gets low +But don't give up, you got to stay down before the come up +[Verse 2: Lil' Kim, Musiq Soulchild, Lil' Kim & Musiq Soulchild] +We got it out the mud like football cleats +You put a ring on my finger but you married to the streets (Ooh) +I know you gettin' to the bag, baby +I just pray to God that you make it back baby, uh (Oh) +I ain't worried 'bout a bitch takin' you from me (No) +I'm more worried about the streets takin' you from me (Oh) +I'm more worried about police takin' you from me (Yeah, oh) +So before you leave the house, kiss me and tell me that you love me (Yeah, oh, yeah, oh) +[Chorus: Lil' Kim & Musiq Soulchild, Musiq Soulchild] +Pray for me (Pray for me, yeah, yeah, yeah) +'Cause I be in these streets so much, I don't if I'ma make it (I don't know) +I don't if I'ma make it (No) +Pray for me (So, just pray for me, yeah) +'Cause times get hard, then the money gets low (Oh don't give up) +Don't give up, got to stay down for the come up +[Bridge: Lil' Kim & Musiq Soulchild] +See, I be prayin' for my trapped niggas +Every night on my knees (On my knees) +I be prayin' for you (Prayin', prayin') +Pray for me +You gotta hustle with your head (Hustle with your head) +And not with your heart (And not with you heart) +You gotta mean what you say (What you say) +And finish, finish, what you start +[Interlude: Rick Ross & Lil Kim] +Return of the Coogi sweaters and gold Jesus pieces +Light up the backwoods (What you start?) +Uh (What you start?) +What you start? (Maybach Music) +[Verse 3: Rick Ross] +Wake up in Versace boxers at the Ritz +Fell asleep, gold Rolex on my wrist, uh +Who ever thought that I would grow and to be rich? +All these niggas tried to hit me, but these niggas missed (Huh) +My brothers with your bomb, please send 'em my salam (Lord) +That brand new SEL across my mother's lawn (Ah) +I swear I come in peace, but my lil homies aren't +Hear them gunshots that go from Brooklyn down here to Bronx (Bang) +Bulletproof the Bimmer, now I'm battle ready (Boss) +Me and Kimmy 'til I die, forever adversaries (Woo) +I'm talkin' money, pussy nigga, Tyler Perry (Woo) +Goin' back to Cali so I'm riding ready (Huh) +Coogi sweaters, Jesus pieces, gotta do it big (Uh) +Run up on you and I really let you live +It ain't trafficking unless its 20 mil' +I wack a nigga and I'm down to do the bid (Boss) +[Verse 4: Lil' Kim] +Coogi sweaters, Jesus pieces, gotta do it big (Uh) +Fab said you need a Kim if you gon' do it big +Niggas want the smoke, I hop out with the cig +I'll wack a nigga, then buy a flight to Madrid +I did the bid, now I do the most +Whole team burnin' bread, let's make a toast +I ain't the type to brag, I let that paper boast +Then I wash the dirty money in that ivory coast +Rich milli', half a million +My shit slap silly, yeah +Quarter milli' this year on shoes +Give a broke bitch the blues +Ran off with a couple mil' in high heel, Jimmy Choos +I'm a bad bitch from every angle +Jesús hang around your neck like the noose +May the Bishop pray for you 'cause you know I got the juice +We bet it big at the crap table, seven eleven +Open like we 7/11, workin' all night, 24/7 +Fuck the FBI, I only confess to the reverend +Put that on my bredrin +Let this be a lesson when you disrespect the legend +Ross the boss, Kim the Queen, is you stupid? +Ride the beat like a Wraith +But this is May-May-May-May-Maybach Music +[Outro: Musiq Soulchild] +Pray for me (Pray for me, oh) +'Cause I be in these streets so much, I don't know if I'ma make it (No, no) +I don't know if I'ma make it (No) +Pray for me (Just pray for me, pray for me) +'Cause, 'cause times get hard and the money gets low +But don't give up, got to stay down for the come up + +Anxiety (Kanye & 070 Shake Ref)Lyrics from snippet +[Kanye West] +-and a [?] +My bad, I get [?] +[?] +[070 Shake] +I cannot give up and [?] +And [?] + +Tik Tok*Lyrics from Snippet +[Verse] +I be wearing pink, yellow and white diamonds, that's abstract +I ain't got no TikTok, baby, I ain't got no Snapchat +Rollie do not tick-tock, baby, I ain't got a glass back +I can see... +... +Lab rat +Niggas they be mad-mad +Lambo, I can't crash that +[?], bad-bad +Can I have my swag back? +[?]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Afro Samurai Theme (first movement)D12 +The Underground EP +Derelict Theme +[Kon Artis] +I damage your neck +With the butt of the tech +Vandalous sex +Cuttin' you ear to ear +With the razor of my Gillette +You couldn't get respect +If you was a captain or a cadet +Granddaddy, daddy, or uncle who's a Vietnam vet +I'll battle you 50 deep +Solo artist shocker dead beat +Derelicts on the loose +Wylin' like thugs outta prison with slugs +While y'all start screaming +Like grasses in a submission +(Lay down your pot to piss in) +Blow up the house you live in +Believe me, we greedy +And often you is easy +Your whole album cheesy +Because you got platinum artists on it +Don't make it hot +We steamroll with real niggas +And that's something that you not +I'm vampin what you got +Then setting up camp at your spot +Foiling your plot +Every rhyme that you jot +I rock to the six like musty twat +A dead corpses that been cut up +And left in abandoned lots +Ya, derelicts theme +Comparing your team +To ours is a fucked up dream +The shit I done seen +Has turned me to a scandalous fiend +Sticking your peeps for cream +Gators or boots, nigga, I'm crushing your dreams +As foul as it seems +Dismantling spleens til your whole clique's +Walking funny like handicapped juggling teams +I rumble with kings +More humble with seen +Until it's time for me to kill again +Sincerely yours, the Kon Artis +[Chorus] +Ay yo +Competition of none's such +Derelicts the one must +Let the guns bust +Brigade one trust +Untouched +Martyr a mic +Slaughter your life +Runnin avenue soldiers bitch +It's water and trife +Competition ain't none such +Derelicts the one must +Let the guns bust +It's Brigade one trust +Untouched +Martyr a mic +Slaughter your life +Runnin' avenue soldiers bitch +Smarter and trife +[Bizarre] +Who's the fat bastard +Rapping that mo' master +Snorting coke that's whiter than Casper +Better run faster +I can out-smoke all of you motherfuckers +And bitch I was born with asthma +Fuck life, I'd rather track Jack Daniels +Smoke weed and rape Cockerspaniels +A peeping Tom, nigga I need Ridalin +Fuck girls +Bitch I only date senior citizens +Your grandma, nigga I'm the one that vic'd her +Next time you rush me +You better be a little bit quicker +Run your streets in the house +And make full of malt liquor +I'm lettin' you throw the first blow +And bring ten of your toughest niggas +End ya year +Like the last day of December +(But did you rape that bitch?) +I was so drunk I can't remember +I used to be in a group +We had an argument who was the hottest +Now both them niggas is dead +And I roll as a solo artist +Chorus +[Kuniva] +Look bitch you stressed out +I divide these bullets equally among your crew +And give you five so you don't feel left out +Like red the hammer +I'm nailing niggas in they spleens +Just to make walking again a sympathetic dream +Energetic schemes +Rap vandal and dismantle +Tackle MC's and wax you +Like your rap name was Candle +Grabbing a mic with no handles +Leaving you dusty +Like walking the desert in old sandals +If you weeded or drunk +Keep your heat in your trunk +We beat you to lumps +Swell you up with permanent mumps +We dangerous playa +Cuffin' my chews +Spittin the phlegm out +Getting at you whether you coming out +Or you been out +You never exempt +From this murderous attempt +I'm telling you pimp +Undeniably you are a loss +Invincible, why you trying to be a mind boss +If the Kon Artis say it then it's done +With or without a gun +Eat a track and spit out a drum +Bust one +Trust none +Playing the game of death +Take your last breath +'Til your last name is left +Chorus + +Bring It Like I Talk It[Boosie Talking] +I heard Master P say one time +He was a hustler, baller, gangsta, and a cap peeler +I don't know Master P like that +But me +I'm that shit for real +[HOOK] +I bring it like I talk it +Walk it like I talk it +What that tell ya then nigga +I ain't just talkin' +Ima certified vulture +Boss of all Bosses +Ask tha hood, they tell ya nigga +He ain't just talkin +Ima bring it like I talk it +Walk it like I talk it +What that tell ya then nigga +I ain't just talkin' +Ima certified vulture +Boss of all Bosses +Ask tha hood, they tell ya nigga +He ain't just talkin +[VERSE 1] +I can rap about tha trap, and be super cold wit' it +But you should see me work a microwave wit' that coke in it +You heard, smokin' on purple ease my mind +I keep a blunt up in my mouth +I smoke that loud all tha time +I'm tha truth in tha booth +I just don't rap to spit +Anything I say, believe me, I can back that shit +Boss Man tatted on me +Wit' a K wit' blood drippin' +It ain't tatted for decoration mane +It's tatted cus I'm wicked +Think I talk it, and don't walk it +Then you better ask my city +If you ask 'em, they gon' answer +They might answer wit' a whisper +When I say my heart good, I ain't tryna get no points +I did for people on tha streets, and did tha same from tha joint +Tha life I'm talkin bout, I lived that +Poverty baby +Stealing bikes, smokin' PCP, and home invasions +You heard Devil Get Up Off Me +Man that song was real +Devil been ridin' Boosie back since his teenage years +That's why I +[HOOK] +I bring it like I talk it +Walk it like I talk it +What that tell ya then nigga +I ain't just talkin' +Ima certified vulture +Boss of all Bosses +Ask tha hood, they tell ya nigga +He ain't just talkin +Ima bring it like I talk it +Walk it like I talk it +What that tell ya then nigga +I ain't just talkin' +Ima certified vulture +Boss of all Bosses +Ask tha hood, they tell ya nigga +He ain't just talkin +[VERSE 2] +Yeah you heard me rap 'bout beef +And you heard me rap 'bout violence +It been nothing but beef and violence, every since they took Ivy +Talkin' body after body +Talkin' bout some of tha finest +Always rap that shut ya mouth talk +That's how I walk, silent +If you listen to my music +You will usually hear problems +Guess so +Got diabetes, and 5 baby mama's +I ain't stuntin' like I got it, man I really be grindin' +You can check my bank account or look at all these diamonds +(Bling) +When I say I lost a lot, I ain't lookin' for no hugs +But tha tatts on my body tell everything about it +I don't talk about tha pen, tryna build my fame (Shit no) +I talk about tha pen cus I lived that pain +Ima real street nigga who money can't change +Cus I'll give back all this shit to get back both my main mans +You can do a survey on me in tha streets I used to hang +100% gon tell ya nigga, Boosie ain't a game +[HOOK] +I bring it like I talk it +Walk it like I talk it +What that tell ya then nigga +I ain't just talkin' +Ima certified vulture +Boss of all Bosses +Ask tha hood, they tell ya nigga +He ain't just talkin +Ima bring it like I talk it +Walk it like I talk it +What that tell ya then nigga +I ain't just talkin' +Ima certified vulture +Boss of all Bosses +Ask tha hood, they tell ya nigga +He ain't just talkin +[VERSE 3] +I ain't nothing like these rappers man who studio gangstas +(Nah) +Me and every nigga in my studio gangstas +I ain't make tha song Crayola to paint a picture how I floss +Every car I talked about, in that song Boosie bought +Thought I was stuntin' bout my pool, and my 3 story house +1130 Palm paid nigga go and check it out +When I rap bout movin' work, I ain't tryna be a thug +Ask Magnum, ask Diggamon, any one of my old plugs +When I say that I be clean, I ain't feelin' myself (Nah) +Just go to Boosie pictures on tha fuckin' internet +Ima damn good Daddy and my kids love me +Every time they wit' they Daddy, they be fresh from head to feet +Thought I was playin when I told ya I had some strong sperm +Better look at my lil' girls, and sholl look at my lil' sons +When I say I buss' ya ass, dawg I really get it in +Whole label had cases (Trill) +All we do is win nigga +[HOOK] +I bring it like I talk it +Walk it like I talk it +What that tell ya then nigga +I ain't just talkin' +Ima certified vulture +Boss of all Bosses +Ask tha hood, they tell ya nigga +He ain't just talkin +Ima bring it like I talk it +Walk it like I talk it +What that tell ya then nigga +I ain't just talkin' +Ima certified vulture +Boss of all Bosses +Ask tha hood, they tell ya nigga +He ain't just talkin +I ain't just talkin' +No sir +I ain't just talkin' +No sir +I ain't just talkin' +No sirEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Tragically Beautiful (Blame Game Demo)[Verse 1] +Tragically beautiful, what a way to go +*gibberish* if you hate us, so +I *gibberish* though +I got the ninjee, your God is stingy +*gibberish* and we takin' all the angels +I know it's still someone down, dressed in plain clothes +I got the [?] on the stripes like bangles +[?] particularly *gibberish* +And this a evenin' where I take a leap, a zip +It's hard to articulate everythin' I [?] +*gibberish* if you get a taste +[?] your waist [?] shut your waste +Such a fuckin' waste, on a [?] +Why [?] I take somebody, *gibberish* +I [?] pray [?], we pray it's safe +[Verse 2] +What I heard they say, legends never die +So it's somethin' you been [?] if you livin' in the sky +Somethin' [?] if you livin' when you rise +*gibberish* 'cause you know you will decide, uh +Maybe the [?] is somethin' or maybe it's miscompleted +*gibberish* so fucking heated +*gibberish* fuck than he did +I got the [?], the [?], no fuckin' secrets +*gibberish* could fuckin' see this +*gibberish* come on, you gotta see this +Come on, run in, now hold on, hold on, dawg, you gotta see this +Hop up in *gibberish* +*gibberish* +*gibberish* +*gibberish* +*gibberish* +I feel the [?], I pour another litre +And I ain't talkin' bout Rita either, I [?] +So *gibberish* +I might let the chorus rock, for now I just take a breather +[Verse 3] +Tragically beautiful, tragically beautiful +I felt it in his soul, but fuckin' way to go +[?] James Dean, that Alexander 'Queens +And Brittany Murphys, [?] they heard me +Wonderin' if Michael listenin' [?] +Sometimes I go to sleep and I can hear Michael laugh +*gibberish* on a [?] +Pop up a night on West and wonder what your tight ol' ass + +​high school (Remix)[Intro] +Haardtek +[Verse: SOWHATIMDEAD] +These hoes eyeballing me, they say I’m rare and I’m handsome +I fucked a couple bitches and a pair in my mansion +I’m goth and I’m pale as fuck, they call me Marilyn Manson +They all want me to themselves, they can’t take me for ransom +I freed a couple months and tried to scare with these anthems +I cut too many off, I got my share with these randoms +I cut my phone off quick, don’t try to blare up my Samsung +I ate those bars so quick, could never flare up no tantrum +[Bridge: SOWHATIMDEAD] +I feel your ghost in the wall +And it was way after dark +But don’t gеt scared, cause I’m by your side +I’m thе one that put you in the ground +Cover your grave in a place, can’t be found +Gotta make sure no one makes a sound (Skrrt) +[Chorus: Lil Peep] +Have you ever seen a man this rich, this broke? +This lost in the smoke? Please pray for me +I can never hide, my ghost come everywhere I go +Tell heaven "don't wait for me" +Satan waitin' at the gate for me +I heard this bitch bump Lil Peep faithfully +That's why these pussies got hate for me +'Cause they was busy chasin' bitches, I was chasin' dreams +Throw me off the edge, I'll fall +Lookin' up at 'em like I never even knew 'em at all +I remember walkin' around in the hall +And then the bell rang and I took something then I couldn't recall +Makin' you cry the way that she did, I can't forgive myself for +And if you want me to, I'll kill myself, but I'm already in hell for it +[Outro: Lil Peep] +You used to love me then, I know it's not the same +But this is not the end 'cause everything gon' change +When I get that Benz, I'ma pull up in the rain and I'm gon' say +You wouldn't wait (Skrrt)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Hotline Bling[Intro] +I used to +I used to +Used to +[Chorus 1] +I used to call you from the jail phone +And you would press one and receive my love +I used to call her from a jail phone +Every day like she's my plug +I used to call you from the jail phone +And you would press one and receive my love +Call her from the jail phone +Every day like she's my plug +And she know when that hotline bling, yeah +To look down at her diamond ring, yeah +I said she know when that hotline bling, yeah +It's time to drop everything +[Verse 1] +But ever since you got them titties you +Talkin' 'bout you thinkin' 'bout some ass shots +Taking all these snapshots, different backdrops +Dancing, posting pics after you cash out +Ever since you got them titties you +Been ignoring my calls and my iMessage +Saying you feel like one of my side bitches +So I pop a molly and I cry with you +[Chorus 2] +I used to call you from a jail phone +And you would press one and receive my love +Would call you from a jail phone, hey +Every day like she's my plug +I used to call you from the jail phone +And you would press one and receive my love +Call her from a jail phone +Every day like she's my plug +And she know when that hotline bling, huh +Just look at that diamond ring, yeah +She know when that hotline bling, yeah +It's time to drop everything +[Verse 2] +But ever since I left the prison you do you +You never ever try to lock me down +Remember when you used to always hold me down +You used to promise me that you'd be holding out +You used to send me naked pictures too-ooh-ooh-ooh +Now you saying you gettin' older now +Young nigga like me used to show you out +You hangin' in circles you wouldn't go around +Sneaky hoes record me on their cell phone, damn +So everyone can see my love +I used to be your ringtone +I had you listen as the screen lights up +[Bridge] +Every time that hotline bling +You just need some time to think, yeah +Don't care what your friends think +Them bitches want that diamond ring +But ever since you met them bitches +You knew you, you're a new you +Forgot to tell you I fucked them bitches 'fore I knew you +I guess they forgot too +[Verse 3] +You shouldn't call me from your girl's phone +Cause she ain't gonna delete my number +Press me when she know that you're gone +That bitch is gonna hit me right up +And do I still have my own private ring? +Oh, now you keep your shit on silent ring +Damn, why you think I let you keep your diamond ring? +To remind you of when I was king +[Outro] +I used to call you from the jail phone +And you would press one and receive my love +Used to call her from a jail phone +Phone sex 'til it beeps, time’s up +Girl, talkin' 'bout you thinkin' 'bout some ass shots +Taking beaucoup snapshots, different backdrops +I still fuck that pussy 'til you blackout +Take your tap out, no ceilings12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Wooh[Intro: Lil Durk] +DY Krazy +Yeah +Turn it up some +Damn, damn, damn, damn, yeah +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +Why you not buying no pints no more? +Shootouts, we don't fight no more +Why you not rocking your ice no more? +I don't wear my clothes twice no more +Why you don't carry your pipe no more? +She say I don't fuck her twice no more +Why you don't fuck up them racks no more? +Why you not copping them pounds no more? +I don't even think about dying no more +Why that chain don't shine no more? +Why you don't be with the fam no more? +Why you niggas don't slide no more? +Me and the streets compatible +AP flooded radical +Gucci, Chanel, I buy the two +Don't sip green 'cause that won't do +Woo, woo, tired of you +Woo, woo, Bentley coupe +Woo, woo, taxin' you +Woo, woo, lie to who? +Groupies +Killers turned to groupies +Robbers turned to groupies +All this shit is goofy +This shit like a movie (Yeah) +Mikey, Ikey shoot 'em (Boom) +Yeah, I know niggas tooted, ooted +I don't know how you could do it, ooh (Yeah) +You play with me, you disappear, poof +These Perkies got me skinny +Every day niggas dyin' like Kenny +Self-park when I park that Bentley +Killers like Santa Claus, come through your chimney +Fuck from the back and I pull on your Remy, yeah +Kicked her out like, "Lord, forgive me" +[Chorus: Lil Durk & Key Glock] +Woo, woo, woo, woo +Woo, woo, woo, woo +Woo, woo, woo, woo +Woo, woo, woo, woo (Yeah) +[Verse 2: Key Glock] +Woo, quarter million dollar coupe +Woo, yeah, I just lost the roof, uh +Woo, bitch, I like my money blue +Woo, ballin' like I go to Duke, uh, shoot +Bitch, I'm straight for Memphis +I keep extensions with me +These hoes, they ain't worth a penny +But we still pimpin' bitches +Cashed out, bitch, my shit ain't rented +I'm sliding foreign tinted +With a couple killers in it +We four deep, ain't too many +Yeah, bitch, you know the business +We on the road to riches +Yeah, bitch, you know the business +We gettin' a lot of digits (Racks) +Young nigga with plenty (Woo) +Money and ammunition +New baguettes with no pendant +Every chain cost a fifty (Woo) +[Chorus: Lil Durk & Key Glock] +Woo, woo, woo, woo +Woo, woo, woo, woo +Woo, woo, woo, woo +Woo, woo, woo, woo +Woo, woo, woo, woo +Woo, woo, woo, woo +Woo, woo, woo, woo (Yeah)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Alex (Stolen Script) [Clean]Yeah, that's right +Hardy Boys **** ***** +Smoke a Winston to this **** +Word up 'bout to ****** throw ya head up +Yeah +Yo, yo he got his stones from Greece +In his mouth he had like thirty plus karats +Big ratchets, smoke cigars like a Bogart classic +Told ****** if he dies he want a glass casket +Parents died when he was five years old +Made his way inside the US with Columbian Gold +A fake name and a passport +Benetton luggage, one sister, pretty thing, light skin +****** will body over her like **** it +With a scar by her left eye +Her brother Alex was extremely close, he sold coats and minks +Had trays put in toilets and sinks +Loved to roller skate, ninety nine did time up in Rahway +Came home blown, the thorough kings and soldiers +Never gave a **** about that MC beef in Queens +Alex, he was a rich ***** +He had close to ten bodies under his belt +His man did the last one and got murdered himself +Took him a while to get his head together +Alex one day out in L.A., made a call in New York +Told his man God it's goin' down, fly the whole team in for support +Remember that Ray **** that Jamie Foxx played? That was my **** +I never got paid, they got rich off a stolen script +In ninety eight I seen Charles on the Cali strip +Showed him the copyrights, his life in the real flick +In Braille, he read it in no time +Hit me with his math, said ‽I'll give you some more lines” +Real talk, stand up dude +Said, ‽How you like Jamie Foxx to replay you?” +He said, ‽Yeah that's cool” +But under one circumstance, you think he can bow my walk +Flip my talk and my hands? +I said, ”Sure why not?”, he can imitate anything +Trust me this young boy hot +Shook his hand then I bounced in the limo +Grabbed my cell, bit my cigar and then rolled down the window +Contacted Stony Brook and Roberts +Told them we got it in ten [Incomprehensible], yo Ray Ray signed it +Now we can move on and shoot this live **** +With mad options, Paramount and DreamWorks we shop it +Or Mandalay and New Line cop it +I go and get ten mil' and blow it on the independent market +But anyway down in PF Chains, I had a meeting with this rich investor +Said they'll throw twenty million on the kid's film +Only if he chose the cast +He was drunk, he was talkin' real fast +So I test his mouth, laid back then I put him on blast +Where exactly we gon' get this cash? +I gotta ill Gotti Gigante connect +Wise guys that kill Bulotti, catching bodies, earnin' respect +The waiter came in a dropped off the shrimp fried rice he ordered +I said, ‽Thanks” as he poured my water +Then out came the veggie rolls, sesame chicken and mint tea +Rice wine had me wanting to pee +Said, ‽Excuse me I'll be right back, pardon me” +Grabbed his glass and he nodded to me +Skated off to take a piss, the **** felt like a *** +Got back the dude vanished, briefcase, script, and all +Ask the waiter where he go, the mother****** spoke Spanish + +We’re Done (Remix)(Chorus) +We're done, but it's not over +We'll start it again, after the end of the day +It keeps getting better, don't be afraid +We'll do it together +(Lil Wayne) +To the left, to the left +If you wanna leave, be my guest you can step +Feeling irreplaceable listenin' to Beyonce +But okay, I'll put you out on your B-Day +Hey, now if you rockin' with Weezy +Bedroom in the bank, baby we safe +I got game like EA +But I wanna let you play +And don't I treat you like souffle +Don't I look at you like I see a new day +And Don't I do what I do say +I'm through talkin', so i'mma let you 'face +(Chorus) +We're done, but it's not over +We'll start it again, after the end of the day +It keeps getting better, don't be afraid +We'll do it together +We're done, but it's not over +We'll start it again, after the end of the day +It keeps getting better, don't be afraid +We'll do it together +(Lil Wayne) +It's no sweat, no sweat +I would never 1, 2, 3, 4-get about you +Your love, your sex +You know I work you out like Bowflex +Our jokes, no stress +Love, live life, proceed, progress +Make sure the neighbors get no rest +We can get together, never disconnect +Your back, your neck +Funny how that song hasn't got old yet... to us +So let's project, you stay in, never in-correct +Lemme catch my breath, talkin' 'bout leaving, you ain't gone yet +And if you leave, leave correct +Then I'mma send a jet to pick up the next +And if you leave, you leaving the best +So you might have to settle for less +I am no Elliott Ness +I don't handcuff, I don't arrest +I do confess to the murders, see +Cause under them sheets, I am a mess +Yes, baby you blessed +Now just don't jump your nest, come on +(Chorus) +We're done, but it's not over +We'll start it again, after the end of the day +It keeps getting better, don't be afraid +We'll do it together2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Ps & Qs[Intro] +(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +My money, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +Uh, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +I ain't gon' lie +This song right here slick hatin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +So +[Chorus] +Yeah, I took what yours (Yeah) +So I made her mine +Yeah, I took what yours (Yeah) +So I made her mine (Mine) +Jump in the Porsche (Skrrt) +Ride with the 9 (Yeah) +I changed your life +Now you gon' ride (Yeah) +Ooh, sing it (Sing it) +He ain't got no money, yeah (What?) +Ooh, sing it (Yeah) +He ain't got no money, yeah +Ooh, sing it (Sing it) +He ain't got no money, yeah (What?) +Ooh, sing it (Yeah) +He ain't got no money, yeah +[Verse 1] +Yeah +She had a nigga that was on the music scene (What? Thought he was me?) +Had a nigga thought he was going straight to the league (Yeah, straight to the D) +Yeah, fuck with my baby, I swear that that nigga gon' bleed (Du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du) +Yeah, she left that boy and ride for me (Yeah) +Stay on my Ps and my Qs, yeah (What?) +Stay on my Qs and my Ps (Yeah) +'Cause that could happen to me, yeah +Bring that girl to the big league, yeah +Diamonds, that's all on my teeth, yeah +Diamonds, that's all on my teeth, yeah (What?) +Put my girl in that new Chanel +And I got her a new weave (Yeah) +Said put my girl in that new Chanel +And I got her a new weave (Yeah) +Like, haha, oh, well, now your girl with me +Like, Austin was holding her up, yeah (Damn) +Um, boy, please +Like bye-bye, Austin, hello to Lil Uzi +[Chorus] +Yeah, I took what yours (Yeah) +So I made her mine +Yeah, I took what yours (Yeah) +So I made her mine (Mine) +Jump in the Porsche (Skrrt) +Ride with the 9 (Yeah) +I changed your life +Now you gon' ride (Yeah) +Ooh, sing it (Sing it) +He ain't got no money, yeah (What?) +Ooh, sing it (Yeah) +He ain't got no money, yeah +Ooh, sing it (Sing it) +He ain't got no money, yeah (What?) +Ooh, sing it (Yeah) +He ain't got no money, yeah +[Interlude] +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah) +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Bye-bye, yeah) +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +[Verse 2] +(Yeah) +Watch out for my doors (Wait, watch out, woo, woo) +Lambo', that bitch roar (Skrrt, roar) +Tell my girl that the world could be yours (Yeah) +Yeah, number-one rule, don't listen to whores (Shh-shh, listen to me, baby) +Yeah, know you've never lived this life before (Woo, jeez) +Yeah, more money than your last man, of course (Duh, jeez) +Yeah, drivin' in that foreign (Skrrt) +Yeah, where you thought you was goin' in that Ford (Where?) +I took what's yours, yeah (Yeah) +I made her mine (What?) +I made her mine, yeah (Yeah) +I took what's yours (I took her) +I made her mine, yeah (Yeah) +I took what's yours (Yeah) +I made her mine, yeah +I took what's yours +[Chorus] +Yeah, I took what yours (Yeah) +So I made her mine +Yeah, I took what yours (My money, yeah, yeah) +So I made her mine (Mine) +Jump in the Porsche (Skrrt) +Ride with the 9 (Yeah) +I changed your life +Now you gon' ride (Yeah) +Ooh, sing it (Sing it) +He ain't got no money, yeah (What? My money, yeah) +Ooh, sing it (Yeah) +He ain't got no money, yeah +Ooh, sing it (Sing it) +He ain't got no money, yeah (What? My money, yeah) +Ooh, sing it (Yeah) +He ain't got no money, yeah +[Outro] +Stay on my Ps and my Qs, yeah +Stay on my Qs and my Ps +Stay on my Ps and my Qs, yeah +Stay on my Qs and my Ps109EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Life an’it no jokeMe am the best that I can be see it hard when you try to make it when you mode from the streets see my niggas call me rolw I was playing with the heat on prole got a son lord know he got to eat it unhealthy for the fake niggas straight niggas you nigga pussy they be working with the state nigga part time hustler floor time jake nigga you think am a different race that why my team hate niggas OTF the family low k re and dairy real nigga no I time with shoot no I and me tori high lil tasty and moe I know I was part of them OFT an intil I die L,s up my parent em see mom good dad gone hard is hell were im from police get killed left and rigt blam on my bro reow police stop his phone call good hopring he know novmeber 29 born my baby ben lolo keep it real I was only 13 playing in the field got caught wit ha dirty slamer keep the heat to see a meal friend heating for a colupe bill crazy how I grow up with tell me what the point of heatingEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Good Times (Part 2)[Intro: Ghostface Killah (sample)] +(Ain't we luck we got 'em) +Allah himself +(Ain't we luck we got 'em) +Man woman and child +(Ain't we luck we got 'em) +The book of life +(Ain't we luck we got 'em) +Starks Enterprise +[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Check out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus +I know a few niggas sniff coke and caught seizures +Peace to half-moon Caesars, and all the bitches in the bleachers +Hot weather, sex on the beaches +Jewelry shopping out of the country, deluxe luxury +People saying that my chains look truck on me +But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet +Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies kid, I laced it +I beat Vegas, Wu segas I could get shot for saying this +West Nile shit cause me to spray this +Staten island's Gandhi ghost the rap whino +These avenger's word will make a child's mind blow +[Hook: Lord Superb] +Hominy grits +Welfare cheese +Roach clips +Wic checks dated first and the fifth +What Ghost? +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +Fuck y'all niggas and +Fuck y'all bitches and +Fuck them pictures y'all taking +Fuck that whip you in +Starsky bring home the dough +Now the show is over +It's over? It's over? +[Verse 3: Lord Superb] +Timberland clashing off them jewels, cash insurance +Tahoes fly clothes plus farragamos +Five plus five O, one plus nine O +Save ourselves, reach our goals +Ghostface +What if the bible wasn't good +And good was bad as bad as it should +It matters +Feed em proper food +The wonders that allah would do +Maybe they'll discover you +Look I'm like a couple jewels +Ticketron was sold out +Plus the garden love the way I move +People see me G dini hit beenie on the cell +See me you need you read me +Captain over get that weed to me +The champion of vigilante +Ask me what the circumstance be +Hit me like marcus camby +Hear me I fuck with family don +Faced the magic man at the soul circus +Wheelying elephants I can't fall off +Show off your last album was so sincere +You had crack head skits +Wody you went there +Lord Superb +Bentleys with sharp shoes +Similak huggies big shazam jewels +Ghostface +Peace party people what's up +How yall feeling ? +Face the god +Now it's time to start kneeling +Yall cats be killing me +Fronting like yall buying bottles +Puny ass sweater on +Yall be lying ! +Lord Superb +A big mansion +Real props and shrimp scampy +Sailboat big yacht and beige hummer +Summer home +Big stones and cologne +Remember hero ? +I guess them corner days is gone +Mommy got a house +Daddy got a house +Granny got a house +We moved out +That's right we moved out +Now that's what I'm talking about +Ghostface +Ghost dini +I'm arista rat +Step in the game like +This is rap ? +I thought this shit was this and that +This game ain't jack +I'm about to go plat +This verse right here +Ima wreck this shit +As for the album +Ima perfect this shit +In a class by myself I ain't next to shit +Had to get out the hood +Them projects ain't shit +Want an eight series benz +Cause a lex ain't shit +I want chain truck jewelry +Yall necks ain't shit +We could spit it for mills or +Spit it for deals +When it's over +We gone see who spit it for real +I'll battle you for your bitch +Or battle for your mom +I'll kill you with a rhyme I wrote with no arms +If LL is the goat greatest of all time +That's why I'm ghost greatest of all sides +East side west side north side south side +I spit murder so much +My mother fucking mouth died +Yeah +Good times good times +And mad sunshine +Word up yo +This is the theodore unit +Straight up +Word +Banky panino +Yo and esther rolle +We love you it's good time +For real uh huh +Drop a bomb to this shit flex +Word up +Ayo lex diamonds +Word up im here boy +We out + +Friendly Fire[Verse 1] +Trying to do me, no I'm not concerned with you +Shutterbugs attack him walking through the terminal +Out the door and then I hop in the convertible +Light the Earth, like the sun, stars and moon would do +Undefeated like I'm Shula's group +Take a payoff like I'm shoe less soon to see me in the coolest suit +Crew astute, knowledge like a physicist +Secretly a Russian spy twisted by the pyramids +Is it my fault they feel me, more than they feel you? +And seems nobody does it like I do it, keep it real dude +I'm not religious feel like God given ability +Just play your part because your words hold no validity +I'm on a beach, lay oysters on the half shell +Words are like a canvas laced with oil color pastel +I'm in the world strong known to make the Southern moves +Cause every man is for themselves like Royal Rumble rules +(Grunts) They say Bronson got an ego, acting like he Regal +Thought he was my people, just let him go with his ego he on the road kid +Smoking weed to the neck, mother fuck him +Can't hold a mother fuckers hand no more +Done kid, it's just me +Me and my ego on the trip +Fuck you bitch! Suck my dick! +BronsolinoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +I Love You Dwayne[Spoken Word: Jacida Carter] +Dwayne, mama proud of you +You done came so far +I can't wait for your album to come out +A lot of people ask me when it's coming out +They can't wait for your album to come out +I'm just proud of you +You's my rock, you've always been my rock +Mama love you, I love you +You take care of me and then some +And your brother, we don’t wanted for nothing +I thank the Lord every day for keeping us on this earth +And in good health +I just pray things go well with you in life +But I thank the Lord, because I know you have been through a lot that I don't even know about +Mama love you +I love you Dwayne, with all my heart +You is my life +I live for you +You make sure mama's tooken care of +I don't care if you don't have it, you gon' make sure I get it anyway +Even though you don't have it to give +And my son though, Semaj, ain't wanted for nothing +Anything Semaj call you for, you gon' make sure he get it +Your children ain't wanted for nothin', you is a man, a truly man +Mama love you, I can't wait 'til your album come out +Because everybody asking about it and I know it's gon' be a beautiful album +Love you, Dwayne15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Outta HereHey +(I want a soldier) +The way you got it, I'm the hottest around +They'll know it when they see you rollin' Impala's around +(I got a soldier) +With the top down, feeling the sounds +Quakin' and vibratin' your thighs, ridin' harder than guys +With the chrome wheels at the bottom, white leather inside +When them lames be spittin' at you tell 'em don't even try it +To shoot it with Chelle and kick it with Kelly or holla at B +Ya, gotta be G's you way outta your league, please +We like them boys that be in them 'Lac's leanin' +(Leanin') +Open their mouth, their grill gleamin' +(Gleamin') +Candy paint, keep that whip clean and +(Clean and) +They always be talkin' that country slang, we like +They keep that beat that be in the back beatin' +(Beatin') +Eyes be so low from there kief +(Kief and) +I love how he keep my body screamin' +(Screamin') +A rude boy that's good to me, with street credibility +If his status ain't hood I ain't checkin' for him +Better be street if he lookin' at me +I need a soldier that ain't scared to stand up for me +Known to carry big things if you know what I mean +If his status ain't hood I ain't checkin' for him +Better be street if he looking at me +I need a soldier that ain't scared to stand up for me +Gotta know to get dough and he better be street +We like them boys up top from the B.K +(b.k.) +Know how to flip that money three ways +(Three ways) +Always ridin' big on the freeway +(Freeway) +With that East Coast slang that us country girls be like +Low cut caesars with the deep waves +(Deep waves) +So quick to snatch up your Beyonce +(Beyonce) +Always comin' down poppin' our way +(Our way) +Tellin' us that country girls the kinda girl they like +If his status ain't hood I ain't checkin' for him +Better be street if he lookin' at me +I need a soldier that ain't scared to stand up for me +Known to carry big things if you know what I mean +If his status ain't hood I ain't checkin' for him +Better be street if he looking at me +I need a soldier that ain't scared to stand up for me +Gotta know to get dough and he better be street +I know some soldiers in here +(Where they at? Where they at?) +They wanna take care of me +(Where they at?) +I know some soldiers in here +(Where they at? Where they at?) +Don't mind takin' one for me +(Where they at?) +I know some soldiers in here +(Where they at? Where they at?) +They wanna spend that on me +(Where they at?) +I know some soldiers in here +(Where they at? Where they at?) +Wouldn't mind puttin' that on me +(Where they at?) +Hey, see, Cash Money is a army +I'm walkin' with purple hearts on me +You talkin' to the sergeant +Body marked up like the subway in Harlem +Call him, Weezy F. Baby, please say the Baby +If you don't see me on the block I ain't tryin' to hide +I blend in with the hood, I'm camouflage +Bandanna tied, so mommy join my troop +Now every time she hear my name she salute +I like them boys over there, they lookin' strong tonight +(Strong tonight) +Just might give one the phone tonight +(Phone tonight) +Homey in the Dickies in my zone tonight +(Zone tonight) +He don't know it might be on tonight +(On tonight) +Ooh, he lookin' good and he talkin' right +(Talkin' right) +He the type that might change my life +(Change my life) +Every time he look at me, my girls be like +(Girls be like) +That one may be the one tonight +If his status ain't hood I ain't checkin' for him +Better be street if he lookin' at me +I need a soldier that ain't scared to stand up for me +Known to carry big things if you know what I mean +If his status ain't hood I ain't checkin' for him +Better be street if he looking at me +I need a soldier that ain't scared to stand up for me +Gotta know to get dough and he better be street +I know some soldiers in here +(Where they at? Where they at?) +They wanna take care of me +(Where they at?) +I know some soldiers in here +(Where they at? Where they at?) +Wouldn't mind puttin that on me +(Where they at?)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Found Love N U[Intro] +Say thug +It’s finna be the summer +Them kids gon be all running through here +Everywhere we gon be going to 6-flags +Everywhere man +I ain’t go lie I love the mother fucking kids bruh +I’ma send this out to ma babies +You are my little angel, angel (angel, angel) +For real though +I found love n u +You are my little angel, angel (angel, angel) +I love ma little angel angel +I love ma little gangster +[Verse 1] +I send this to ma kids at home +Waiting on daddy to come home +First off I wanna say sorry I was gone so long +Your cards on birthdays made my cry but strong +Every year ma four girls send me valentines love +Rae rae grow this love it grow bigger +MJ came up ma twin lil cold nigga +Every time [?] see me he had to kiss me +[?] couldn’t hold her temper when they diss me +This is real love +Toryanna and lyric b gave the world to me +They even tried to pick the world for me +They sent me love on my birthday +You gotta feel me I be on the cry for hours +When they said not guilty +[Hook] +Never knew love till I found love in you +Never knew love till I found love in you +Never knew love till I found love in you +You’re my little angel angel +Never knew love till I found love in you +Never knew love till I found love in you +Never knew love till I found love in you +You’re my little gangster gangster +[Verse 2] +When I’m feeling down they know it +They come and hug me +When I’m feeling down they show it +They say they love me +Facetime me in the morning I pray with them at night +Saturday night we watch movies +Clowning acting stupid +And boy I miss them when I’m on that road +So most time they with me when I’m on that road +Cancer up in ma kidney +All my kids stay close +They love me to death +Mommas can tell em what they want +That’s why I keep it real with my daughters +I let em know, no man is go love you like your father +I tell my sons +Fuck a friend you ain’t need em +They say I know daddy +Cause you my best friend +I’m fucking right son +[Hook] +Never knew love till I found love in you +Never knew love till I found love in you +Never knew love till I found love in you +You’re my little angel angel +Never knew love till I found love in you +Never knew love till I found love in you +Never knew love till I found love in you +You’re my little gangster gangster +[Outro] +I send this to ma kids at home +Waiting on daddy to come home +I’ll be home in a minute +I send this to ma kids at home +Waiting on daddy to come home +I’ll be home in a minute +I do it for you , yeah +I do everything for you +So your childhood won’t be like my childhood +That is love +That is love +That is love +That is loveEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +CopycatIntro:EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +’97 Live In London FreestyleWe gonn' build like construction +Real hot production +No playa hatin' +Just congratulatin' +Open your eyes +It's no surprise +Word up +Harlem World is on the rise +My phone number's anonymous +I get stacks and chickenheads can't get a dime of this +Front on me you must go +I just flow +Puff 'dro +It's all about the gusto +L lust dough +All you playa hatas stand up +Ya'll just blow +I stay freakin' off with a handcuffed ho +If niggas wanna know +Do L rock raw? +Do a pimp got whores? +Do Big L got balls? +I'm in charge of all +I just threw a party at the Taj Mahal +Cause The Mirage was small +Split heads like the Red Sea +Peep the Craig G +Chicks be on me like the feds be +And I never pay to sex, B +You can handle L? Let's see +I'm a bust in your mouth, fill up your grill like Gillespie +This chick Desti +Looks sexy in the Lex-y +Half black, half Mexi' +Complexion Nestle +Thighs gigantic +Big enough to make a guy panic +A few drinks and she go down like the Titanic +Aight?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Blazing Chronic[Chorus: Ms. Roq] +Light Speed, blazing Chronic through the galaxy +Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed +Or we might be sipping on gin or Hennessey +Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas +Light Speed, blazing Chronic through the galaxy +Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed +Or we might be sipping on gin or Hennessey +Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas +[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G] +Notorious B.I.G, lyrics cold pushing 'em +MC wanna get with me, but they're pussy, I'm douching em +Yes, I got the ridiculous conspicuous hardcore flow +Don't ya know? +Don't ya know, in the house let me introduce +The hardcore nigga with the timberland boots +Tied up to the top, but when I drop +Oh, pass that nigga, don't stop don't stop +Can you feel me? +[Chorus: Ms. Roq & The Notorious B.I.G.] +Light Speed, blazing Chronic through the galaxy +Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed (Can you feel me?) +Or we might be sipping on gin or Hennessey +Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas (Can you feel me?) +Light Speed, blazing Chronic through the galaxy +Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed +Or we might be sipping on gin or Hennessey +Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas (Can you feel me?) +[Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G] +Ricky Ricky Ricky, can't you see? +MCs wanna flip on me +Why? Because I'm the B-I-G-G-I-E +Niggas wanna get with the nigga with the mad props +But my timberlands are cocked up +Niggas wanna get locked up +But when they get fucked up they get cut up +They bleed when I retrieve +My MCs don't want nobody's problems +The notorious! +[Chorus: Ms. Roq & The Notorious B.I.G.] +Light Speed, blazing Chronic through the galaxy +Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed (Can you feel me?) +Or we might be sipping on gin or Hennessey +Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas (Can you feel me?) +Light Speed, blazing Chronic through the galaxy +Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed +Or we might be sipping on gin or Hennessey +Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas (Can you feel me?) +[Outro: Notorious B.I.G] +Alright, recognise the pedigree +The notorious! +Here to let you know, if ya +Feel the funk just dripping to your buttcheeks +Grab a honey, if she don't wanna speak +Throw your hands in the air +Wave 'em like you don't care +The notorious! (is in here.. uh!)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Call of Duty[Hook: Akon] +This is a renegade salute, yeah we on that +And keep what we kill, yeah we on that +We never fightin’ we just cock and go click clack +Turn that ass ‘round, bring it all back +Know you see me +I know you see me +I know you see me +[Bridge: Akon] +Everybody call me the top driver +Run it down to the end of the drive line +This is a callout, callout, callout +Are you ready for the massacre? +Somebody throwing down, down, down, down +Sirens blaring, but they can’t help you now +Sirens, can’t help you now +[Verse 1: Raekwon] +Murder by numbers in Monaco +Me all fresh to death, big white thing go kinda slow +Got my elites in the suites, my stones is roughed up +Camouflage pants, my gold cheek +When we go, yo, we go together +Whatever is said, it’s still combat boots on the door +Still get a million a week, got the lions in the yard +Barbeque and breadsticks and chic +Fly generals, international, rational raps +Who kill like ten percent of these rats +My team thumpin’ in the crunches +We fucks with the hard, not anything else just hard +[Hook: Akon] +[Verse 2: Raekwon] +Tiger claw scar on his neck, rockin’ links +Mad Bull PTS riles and minks +Soldiers and gorillas fall fast in the paint +Protect the projects, intersections, and inks +You still prove gooses are we mooses? +Ears and eyes, mad jury on that blare like acoustics +Kill, kill, kill, kill, yeah more, while she's dying to feel +Soldier ceremony, we gon' go with horses +Nobody dying tonight, cause I said so +More gold chariots, fly back, we fly home +Sit back blinded in the cabin, General Bang +Hundred medals on his chest, neck and stab him +[Hook + Bridge: Akon] +[Outro: Akon] +(Revolutionary) What is it like to be helpless? +When you're laying there hungry, yeah +Feel the pain and you're half dead +Not a game, no contest +And no matter how strong you are +Thought that you could be +You listen to me (hey) +[Hook: Akon] + +Diamonds from Sierra Leone (Live at Abbey Road Studios)[Chorus: Shirley Bassey & Kanye West] +Diamonds are forever (Forever, forever) +Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe +Diamonds are forever (Forever, forever, forever) +Everybody, everybody, the Roc is still alive every time I rhyme +Now say this, forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? +Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? +[Verse 1: Kanye West] +Close your eyes and imagine, feel the magic +Vegas on acid, seen through Yves St. Laurent glasses +I've realized that I've arrived +'Cause it take more than a magazine to kill my Vibe +Does he write his own rhymes? Well, sort of, I think 'em +That mean I forgot better shit than you ever thought of +Damn, is he really that caught up? +I ask, if you talkin' 'bout classics, do my name get brought up? +I remember I couldn't afford a Ford Escort +Or even a four-track recorder +So it's only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche +Spoil yourself, that's important +If your stripper name "Porsche" and you get tips from many men +Then your fat friend, her nickname is "Minivan" +Excuse me, that's just the Henny, man +I smoke, I drink, I'm supposed to stop, I can't, because— +[Chorus: Shirley Bassey & Kanye West] +Diamonds are forever (Forever, forever) +Uh, throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe +Diamonds are forever (Forever, forever, forever) +Yeah, yeah, yeah, the Roc is still alive every time I rhyme +Now say this, forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? +Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? +[Verse 2: Kanye West] +Uh, I was sick about awards, couldn't nobody cure me +Only playa that got robbed but kept all his jewelry +Alicia Keys tried to talk some sense in him +Thirty minutes later, seein' there's no convincin' him +What more could you ask for? The international asshole +Who complain about what he is owed? +Throw a tantrum like he is three years old +You gotta love it though, I still speak from my soul +Wouldn't change by the change or the game or the fame +Came in the game, he made his own lane +All I need is y'all to pronounce my name +It's Kanye, but some of my plaques, they still say Kayne +Got family in the D, Kin-folk from Motown +Back in the Chi, them Folks ain't from Moe Town +Life movin' too fast, you need to slow down +Girl ain't give me no ass, you need to go down +Father been said I need Jesus +So he took me to church and let the water wash over my caesar +The preacher said we need leaders +Right then, my body got still like a paraplegic +You know who you call; you got a message, then leave it +The Roc stand tall and you would never believe it +Take your diamonds, throw 'em up like you bulimic +Yeah, the beat cold, but the flow is anemic +After debris settles and the dust get swept off +Big K pick up where young Hov left off +Right when magazines wrote Kanye West off +I dropped my new shit, it sound like the best of +A&R's lookin' like, "Pssh, we messed up" +Grammy night, damn right, we got dressed up +Bottle after bottle 'til we got messed up +Studio, with Really Doe, yeah, he next up +People askin' me is I'm gon' give my chain back +That'll be the same day I give the game back +You know the next question, dog: "Yo, where Dame at?" +This track the Indian dance to bring our reign back +"What's up with you and Jay, man? Are y'all okay, man?" +They pray for the death of our dynasty like "Amen" +R-r-r-r-right here stands a man +With the power to make a diamond with his bare hands +[Chorus: Shirley Bassey & Kanye West] +Diamonds are forever (Forever, forever) +Uh, throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe +Diamonds are forever (Forever, forever, forever) +Uh, the Roc is still alive every time I rhyme +Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? +Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? +Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? + +Irregular Heartbeat[Produced by Medi and G Rocka] +[Chorus: 50 Cent] +Nigga, you pussy, you scared +I can hear your heartbeat +Why the fuck would you come around here? +I can hear your heartbeat +Yeah, you know a dog sense fear +I can hear your heartbeat +You bark while we bite around here +I can hear your heartbeat +[Verse 1: 50 Cent] +We ain't cut from the same cloth, we into different shit +I want the bread, you want the bitch +Come out your mouth slick I'll get you hit +My niggas hungry, they hit a lick +Fuck who you're with, niggas'll dump a clip +We by the school yard waiting for you to get your kid +I caught a A1 felony on my last bid +Kept calm, made bond, I'm on that shit +You think my rap shit a gimmick, I ain't seen parole in a minute +Truth be told these niggas is hoes +Once the shit set off, man, anything goes +Through the windows of your soul, the eyes never lie +If you ain't scared to die, nigga, why would you cry? +[Chorus: 50 Cent] +Nigga, you pussy, you scared +I can hear your heartbeat +Why the fuck would you come around here? +I can hear your heartbeat +Yeah, you know a dog sense fear +I can hear your heartbeat +You bark while we bite around here +I can hear your heartbeat +[Verse 2: Jadakiss] +30 something and you ain't never open your mouth yet +Social media is giving cowards an outlet +See him in person, say something, I doubt that +Rather get caught with it than get caught without that +Trying to back peddle and stumble on the curve +You stayin' at the ground, you mumblin' your words +Literally I can see your heart pumpin' through your shirt +Pussy your whole life, you always been a bird +Scared for so long it's all up in your nerves +Screw 9-1-1, you probably call up the reserves +And I'm killin' you first, if we ever do a purge +And you know what it is, kid, whenever we emerge +And I'm tragical, traumatical, no match, incompatible +Nigga, you vaginal +[Chorus: 50 Cent] +Nigga, you pussy, you scared +I can hear your heartbeat +Why the fuck would you come around here? +I can hear your heartbeat +Yeah, you know a dog sense fear +I can hear your heartbeat +You bark while we bite around here +I can hear your heartbeat +[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd] +Money for bail, money to bail +Dead or in jail, Heaven or Hell +FEDs on my coat tail, snitches given court tales +Kept fate when all hope fail +Niggas rattin', all they missin' is the tail like Mickey Mouse +Call me Mickey Mantle when I bat you in the mouth +I bring them hammers out, we ain't trying to build a house +Niggas on them songs rappin' shit they ain't about +I'm from the N-O, we don't scrap, we bang it out +Bang, I'm the one that came in your house for the chickens +Left a nigga brains hangin' out like we chillin' +Stankin' like shipments, over my shillings +Up your security, Rida gang in the building +[Chorus: 50 Cent] +Nigga, you pussy, you scared +I can hear your heartbeat +Why the fuck would you come around here? +I can hear your heartbeat +Yeah, you know a dog sense fear +I can hear your heartbeat +You bark while we bite around here +I can hear your heartbeatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Keep it Tight[Intro:] +"Every man has the technique; and they're all different. But when you know mine, you'll be DEAD" +Yo... (Can I see you?) Lauryn Hill on the track... +(In the morning) New Ark got my back... +DJ Skribble, just relax, haha! I'm a get you the joint! haha! +Uh Huh, Uh Huh, Uh Huh, Uh Huh, Uh Huh, Uh Huh! +[Verse:] +As I span the cosmos +Mahogany travel at the speed of sound +Span the mainstream but still esteemed underground +My parameters, and wrap up contaminants +Travel twice Earth's diameter, intimidating amateurs (what?!) +At the Apollo, I played the shepherd, sheep followed +Chicks try to model after me like I'm Tyra +Banks; wanna thank me 'cause my statements are prodigious +Styles so prestigious, make a sinner act religious +Street academics, seen alot of girls mimic (Huh) +But when it's all over you can tell who's the gimmick +L slang-bangs like a dub plate (Bing!) +Jericho Sound System, mash up your club dates! +Sweeter than a cherry on a fruit cocktail +Whenever, Wherever, Whatever like Maxwell (Unh) +My pentium makes more chips than Intel (Intel) +I didn't mean to turn you on like Cherrelle! +Kids move they body like they're tripping off of acid +Anthony, not even fantasy can surpass it +Once you blast it, one starts to feel kinky +I think he, goes by the name of Young Slinky +And just when you thought it was safe to relax +L-Boogie spits with perfect syntax! +Then, DJ Skribble make you dribble on the wax (What?)... +DJ Skribble make you dribble on the wax! +Can I hear you in the morning +Like I hear you late at night? +Chance to hear you, amp the party +DJ Skribble, keep it tight! +Just a short time in the morning +Like I hear you late at night +Chance to hear you, amp the party +DJ Skribble, keep it tight! +[John Forte: ] +L' Boogie + +The Rain & The Sun (Interlude)[Chorus] +And though the rain +Keeps fallin' down +I know the sun +Won't wash away +And though the rain +Keeps fallin' down +I know the sun +Won't wash away +[Prospect] +You see, that's what I do +I sing, that's my outlet +You need one +[Big Pun] +I ain't no fuckin' singer +[Prospect] +But you are- +One of the best I've ever heard +When you rhyme- +It's like, it's like music to me +It's magic +Don't ever take it for granted +You have a gift +[Chorus (simultaneously playing)] +And though the rain +Keeps fallin' down +I know the sun +Won't wash away +And though the rain +Keeps fallin' down +I know the sun +Won't wash away +[Prospect] +You have to share it +Understand? +Come on Pun +Just try +One time +Then they all know +You understand? +Then they all know +That you the one +[Chorus: Big Pun] +And though the rain +Keeps fallin' down +I know the sun +Won't wash away +[Prospect + Big Pun] +Yeah, yeah-yeah +Like that Twin +You got it +Now they all know +Got you Props +You know I got you Twin +Much loveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Not Tonight (Ladies Night Remix)[Intro: Lil Kim] +[Dice sounds] +Uh, yeah +Uhh, here's another one, and another one +Yeah +Lil' Kim, the Queen Bee +[Verse 1: Angie Martinez] +It's ladies night, what +It must be Angie on the mic +The Butter P honey got the sugar, got the spice +Roll the L's tight, keep the rhymes right +Yo, I just made this motherfucker up last night +And uhh... I'm the rookie on this all-star team +Me and Kim is gettin' cream, like Thelma and Louise, but on chrome +Never leave that Brooklyn shit alone +So if you say it's on, then it's on +[Verse 2: Lil' Kim] +Bang this in your whips +Pack em call the roadie with the chips in the wrists +Here's a French kiss +I dismissed all you chicks +Split six from the four-fifth +Make you dance, ow +I stay focused, in the dopest +Like a penny with a hole in it, y'all just hopeless +And toke this, I ain't lyin' +Niggas trying to knock me off, keep tryin' +All it takes is one phone call to my street team +Promote that ass, like a soundtrack New Jack Ci-tay +Set It Off with the eight-fitay +Y'all missin' the buck, with the fuck +Bump Biggie in the trunk and the buck to my thorough bitches +Lemme see ya do the Bankhead if ya richest +It's the rap Mae West, the Q-B +And I got all my sisters with me +[Chorus: Missy Elliott] +Oh this is ladies night, and our rhymes is tight +Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night) +Oh this is ladies night, and the feel is right +Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night) +[Verse 3: Left Eye] +Uhh, never the one, packin' a gun +Got some other raw chicks for that, lay dat ass flat +I be the one chokin' ya paragraphs, with laughs +Getcha back up on the right path +Ain't no stoppin' me ladies from club hoppin' gets my rock on +From flavors still frozen at Paradise joint +Booty shakin' with the glass in my left one +Right-hand sayin' step-son +To me my girls is fancy fly bitches +To my niggas straight snitches and to them other chicos +Lady pimp ain't havin' that shit +If you ain't got the cash to stash, suck my dick hoes +Strictly a bell ringer +Lay another finger on this big bad wolf miss lady rap singer +I be the one to blame as the flames keep risin' +To the top and it don't stop +[Chorus: Missy Elliott] +Oh this is ladies night, and our rhymes is tight +Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night) +Oh this is ladies night, and the feel is right +Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night) +[Verse 4: Da Brat] +Y'all see, how these bogus niggas +Try not to notice the dopest bitches +Approachin' with good intentions +But focusin' on they riches +If it's, too hot then get the fuck up out the kitchen +Niggas dicks, stay lifted when they thinkin' of me +Cause the rhythm I kick, puzzle 'em like arithe-ma-tic +Fillin em with, sluggers off the nine milli luger clip +Bitches bust, we just, keep kickin' up dust +And you can spread rumors +Shit is makin' me sicker than head tumors +Humor me, by huggin' me sayin' you lovin' me +Bet ya phony niggas be buggin', I can tell +Cause the thug in me wanna sell drugs and push keys +Need to get me mo' of deez, VV's and M3's +Smoke weed from overseas pimped out styled Rol-eys +Fuck the police keep my wallet obese +Who the Windy City woman still still comin' and gunnin' +Straight from the Chi? +Tonight's the night for all the ladies, let's get high +[Chorus: Missy Elliott] +Oh this is ladies night, and our rhymes is tight +Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night) +Oh this is ladies night, and the feel is right +Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night) +[Interlude: Missy Elliott] +Ayo Kim, heh heh, yaknowhatI'msayin? +I ain't even gon' leave without sayin' sun'un on this track +You ain't gonna use me to just be singin' hooks +What I look like? +Patti LaBelle or somebody, nigga? Heh heh +Check it out, uh huh, yeah +[Verse 5: Missy Elliott] +Oh what a night +You should be like Missy 'stead of bein like Mike +I like to ride ponies instead of ridin' bikes +Me and Lil' Kim got the rhymes to incite +I gotta catch a flight, uh heh heh, around three and shit +Niggas can't see us from Elektra to Undeas +Ow, niggas wanna be us +Heh, I'm out hehe +[Outro] +Ladies night +Ladies night +Ladies night +Ladies night + +Street Opera[Intro: Sun God] +Sun God... get 'em, official... +[Sun God] +I stay far from my opponents, pardon me dogs +Squad leader call, they moving up on us +But them g's on the corners, move when I move +That's a warning, or I'mma have my goons pull a gun on em +Think it's weak and trying to creep or run up on us +Shit'll get deeper than twelve foot, and you be leaking out of order +Don't beef, if you ain't beefin' for no quarters +Cuz change is money, you float funny when you surf in the water +I'm that dude slangin' pack by the border +I love my life, I live it twice, cuz it's up to me sorta +You a fool with a mental disorder, and it's probably your daughter +That really love me, for the shit that I taught her +Will Smith on the guest list, pops is the king +I'm the fresh prince, forty oil tune, kick ya chest in +Usher got the universe Confession, pardon your dame +I'm new to the game, but true to my lesson +[Hook: Ghostface Killah] +Jeans, hoods, guns, crack +[Ghostface Killah] +Visions of me swallowing crack, being chased by jake +And the sound of the razor keep hitting the plate +Intruders is strapped with rugers with daggers in they jeans +We two zooted like we comin down off woolers +And my P.O., she half Creole, I move from Philly to Dallas +With true talent, like my name is T.O +So when I piss, I gotta piss slow, she know i keep them Visine bottles +Cuz if I'm dirty, I ain't letting it go +The project steps is ajaxed down +Dried blood maintenance men with the scrub brush +Scrapin the ground +Diapers baby rattles and broke lighters +I led many horses to water just to see if they like it +Taste my Betty Crock, ready rock, bet he cop now +News flash my nigga rotten L laid a cop down +Any of ya'll niggas want beef I will stop clowns +I got a bat, ox, fifth, now how the Glock sound? +[Hook] +(Ghostface Killah) (Sun God) +Ay yo what up SG +Ay yo whats poppin my nigga +I'm just oilin the toolies +Excercisin my trigger +Finger I got the biggest bangers +Yeah I got a crispy stainless +Your mans ain't fuckin those hoes +They just a bunch of gators +Them head shots neck shots probably blow they brains in +I'm so close to the edge pushin they fuckin face in +I bet you now them motherfuckas really stop complainin +No hesitation my reputation will leave em chainless +We go hard like the narcs when we start invadin +I cop the license and registration and cock it aimin +It's all entertainment and all my niggas made it +We hard body like Wutang and Iron Maiden +I keep the iron blazin hands hurt like a bitch when she puttin braids in +I think its so amazing +We ran trains for hours up in the Days Inn +Hoodrats in crack motels receive nathan +[Hook] +[Outro: Ghostface Killah] +*Sounds of crunching and eating* +Yeah, good... + +Wanna PlayVerse One: +Yo, the Lord is my shepard +The sword is my weapon +Reward is a blessin', that comes from the struggle +Shoes been scuffled, blood's been shed, another Mother loses a son +'cause where I'm from the young chooses a gun +Before they choose an education +But once dead their ain't no awakenin' +So like once said, life ain't for fakin +Yo, you wit' me when I say duct tape 'em? +Fuck waitin' +Got the truck outside, Benz jeep for navigation +Everything in position, they'd rather be fuckin' wit' Satan +When I aim I ain't missin', master of assasination' +I heard he call himself Esco, drive a Lexo +Rocks his hat sideways, showin' off his waves with a chipped tooth +Is this the truth? +This is what we do, sip a brew +Wait around his crib until it turns around two AM +As soon as he walks in the door we slay 'em +You guys got fat while I was away, so start payin' +Chorus - Okay, you wanna play rough?! +(gun shots) (scratching - a thug changes, and love changes) repeat 3X +Okay yo, we could play rough! +Verse Two: +Okay now, drive up to my crib, am I high enough? +Who these niggas tryin' to hide in their truck +I ain't order cable, why in the fuck these niggas +Ducked in they seat? are they lookin' for me? +But I ain't do shit, could it be that niggas thought +I slept like B.I.G. and Pac did +May they rest in peace, but while I'm alive I pop shit +P-11 Glock spits 17 shot clips +Put these niggas in boxes, where they Moms and Pops is +Pull the strap from under the seat +Back up in the street +Watch these niggas thats tryin' to watch me, I carefully creep +Take off my shoes, barefoot nigga poppin' my heat +Empty every shell in their direction +Its you, I should've guessed it! +Same niggas that I was connected wit', I know sent you +Now I'm'a take you off here, you dont know what you got into +Chorus +Verse Three: +Walked in his house, smackin' him up, "what you talkin' about?" he said +Shut-up nigga! knocked him in his head with chrome +Never thought I'd be in his home +With his wife taped up for my niggas to bone +Fuckin' with me, you should've known +I'll have 'em write "stupid nigga" on your tombstone +What money can do, get you hit for less than a G +For threatenin' me +I'm'a do it myself, take you to Hell, this ones for free +Killin' you niggas with nothin' +Left him dead, engine runnin' +You the only I'm makin' sure that gets whats comin' +Look at your Woman, anal ripped out, its your fault +They gang banged your bitch out in your face and you saw it +But before I let you have it I'm searchin' your crib +For pictures of relatives, addresses to where they live +Shit like that, incase a nigga wanna strike back +I'll be right up in his ass to blow 'em out with the Mac +Niggas treat you like Fam, and you on it like that? +Now you gotta lay flat, gettin' eatin' by rats +Gettin' even's never wrong, its only right to react +Eye for an eye, 'cause the sweetest part is payback +Somebody kncokin', who dat? +"a cop man", let him in +And give that mothafucka one under the chin +Can't believe this nigga down with the Feds! +The copped screamed out your government before he dropped dead +Dont explain, I put the pound on his head +Blew 'em! before that I can't remember the last time I said...... +Okay, so we gonna play rough! +ChorusEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +​feelz ♡[Intro] +(Cowabunga, dude!) +[Chorus] +I love you to the summer and back, it's not the winter +But you've frozen my heart, and got me warmin' up my liver +I would never put a knife in your back, the love I give her +Is kinda creepy, but fuck it, she orders and I deliver +I could never leave you alone, my little mama +Is mad at me at the moment, know she's such a prima-donna +Wherever you are is my home, you know I mean it +They say home is where the heart is +You're the reason mine is beatin' +[Verse] +I will always be here for you, and when I'm dyin' +I pray to a higher power, next to you is where I'm lyin' +Would you fuck me right on the floor? I'm feelin' naughty +I wish to explore your features, secrets hidden in your body +I been feelin' like I don't have a choice, my only option +Watchin' me through the window as I whip up this concoction +Don't you ever take your life out of mine, I'll fuckin' kill you +Take you out to the bayou in the cabin with the mildew +And I'll leave you there for someone to find, my little angel +In your deepest darkest corners and I'm lovin' every angle +Baby, you got no where to hide, I'm comin' for you +Your parents could never fathom the levels to I adore you +It's like Palestine up inside my mind, a deadly war zone +Quakin' inside my boots as you waken my every hormone +I'll give you everything I've got till I'm gone, and that's a promise +Unless you didn't want it then for you I'd be dishonest +[Chorus] +I love you to the summer and back, it's not the winter +But you've frozen my heart, and got me warmin' up my liver +I would never put a knife in your back, the love I give her +Is kinda creepy, but fuck it, she orders and I deliver +I could never leave you alone, my little mama +Is mad at me at the moment, know she's such a prima-donna +Wherever you are is my home, you know I mean it +They say home is where the heart is +You're the reason mine is beatin'65EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Pump Rock[Intro] +(CB on the beat) +Yeah (Yeah), yeah +Yeah (Yeah), yeah, ayy +[Chorus] +Pump rock shit (Yeah) +Slit my wrists (Slit) +Fuck that bitch (Uh) +Drop-top whips (Uh, yeah) +Go (Go), go (Yeah), go +Go (Go), go (Yeah), go +Pump rock shit (Yeah) +Slit my wrists (Slit) +Fuck that bitch (Uh) +Drop-top whips (Uh, yeah) +Go (Go), go (Yeah), go +Go (Go), go (Yeah), go +[Verse] +I got rich off this mumblin' shit (Yeah) +We got sticks and we tote 'em, lil' bitch (Bow, bow) +My homie locked for life, but he ain't tellin' no shit (No way) +When I was 15, I hit my first lick +Punchin' holes in the wall (What?) +Fuckin' bitches raw dog +Throwin' apples at my mom +I don't send no fuckin' porn +We ain't goin', fuck the [?] (Uh) +Off a Perc' [?] (Ooh) +SInce 1985, yeah, my grandma been on crack (Yeah) +Mama told me "Don't go to school on a Percocet" +Like Juice WRLD, seventy pounds on the private jet +I was in a purple Wraith ridin' with two bricks of meth +Uh, I shot him in the arm but it hit his neck (Yeah) +[Chorus] +Pump rock shit (Yeah) +Slit my wrists (Slit) +Fuck that bitch (Uh) +Drop-top whips (Uh, yeah) +Go (Go), go (Yeah), go +Go (Go), go (Yeah), go +Pump rock shit (Yeah) +Slit my wrists (Slit) +Fuck that bitch (Uh) +Drop-top whips (Uh, yeah) +Go (Go), go (Yeah), go +Go (Go), go (Yeah), goEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Intro (Power of the Dollar)[50 Cent] +Change muthafuckas +Yeah, and understand that, understand the whole world revolves around change +See a lot of you need to get the out your heart +Open your eyes to a lifestyle some of us are just born into +You see in this world there's only two kinda people: +Winners and losers +You a winner 50? +You mu-fuckin' right I'm a winner, what about you? +You damn straight I'm a winner +And let me you tell you som' +You know at the end of the day +It ain't about how many cars you got (it ain't) +Or-or-or how much ice you rock (that's not what it's about) +It ain't about that shit +It's about how to fuckin' feed yo' family +That's what this shit is about +Understand that, simple minded muthafuckas +Y'all busy gettin' pimped +It's about feedin' yo' family (that's what it's about) +Alright, think about that shit +While you recoup your record deal +[50 Cent] +Yeah, think about that son +Cause you livin' on the strength of the next nigga anyway aight +Just be easy, doo' I'mma let you live +Just chill, aight +Let me get mineEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Intro[Extract from the film Fresh] +[Kid 1] +Bam, Spider-Man go down +Bam, Daredevil go down +All them niggas is going down +Punisher be taking they ass out +[Kid 2] +X-Men take out the Punisher +[Kid 1] +X-Man baby stuff, homes +All their costumes +And powers ain't shit +Punisher the real dope, homie +[Kid 3] +Word, I seen a seven-foot-tall +White Terminator nigga... +With twenty guns on my roof +Just the other day +[Kid 1] +Punisher be takin' out +All your stupid heroes +He be sayin' +Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! +Take out that nigga! +Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! +Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Remy Ma & Papoose Freestyle on Flex | Freestyle #027Y'all had to listen to garbage I know y'all glad remy back +Getting that paper, that bag +You're not bad you're doing bad +Mad cause I'm not mad +Can't take you serious, period +You live in your moms pad +Heard you was at the freestyle and you was way scared +Bitch I'm so secure I wrote this on the way here +Been killing kids while they nap, since daycare +I got this sewed up and on track like fake hair +When niggas ask me to spit, they know what I'm bout to do +When they ask you to spit, they wanna see what that mouth do +When I talk greasy trust it ain't about you +I don't shade, I say names you don't want me to shout you +Every bar is a bar, bitch what you know bout that +They calling me bars bitch or kit kat +You get that +You broads never go hard on a rap +Okay, maybe once or twice but you ain't all of that +See your whole style, bitten +Pieces ain't hitting +When I said it was written, I was talking bout y'all bitches +Y'all trying to play chess, but why would I play you +When I could knock the whole fucking board off the table +See I been the difference I don't do the shit they do +When I'm around they quiet, I'm loud you bitches k2 +Im straight remy no chase boo +And y'all a bunch of old birds, y'all just grey goose +I'm probably the only chick that make flex drop bombs +Got more punchlines than thirsty niggas at prom +I ain't gotta fraud for you, black love be how I live +Before I made it cool you was HOP positive +I put you on punishment, now I gotta beat yo ass +You like a disobedient teenager, you wanna be in the streets so bad +All this talk about my and your son +I'm hot and your whole world revolve around me, bitch I am the sun +Wanted to be an icon, ended up like Akon +They finally let me out now I'm an XCON +Everybody ratting, I really need some d con +Told flex put the beat on, so I can go pecan +I showed hoes the way, I'm the light, I'm the beacon +Looking for that real bitch, I'm the one that y'all seek on +I'm on paper I'm over here blowing dank, y'all bitches really haters over there shooting blanks +But who knows, you might really hit something one day +But right now, your shit is weaker than Monday through Sunday +I'll take your wig off, no literally take your wig off +It's funny when she's talking tough, cause we know the bitch soft +And if she soft you sophomore +That's why I school freshmans and juniors, but let me tell y'all what for +Cause at 3 us, 2 can shoot the one +I'm 195 ten you little bitches is done +I got that face on pretty, attitude on savage +NEW York city I'm in the center like javage +Now this the part where I talk shit, I know y'all hate that +This part not about bars, it's just all straight facts +In 2 years, no album, no solo single, no tour +3 million followers and got 2 BET awards +Got the album of the summer, independent and the shit popped +Legitimized an entire franchise of love and hip hop +Ratings be Monday night, football to be toward thrice +Had Hov on my remix, deadass I am nice +Appointed black love, I made it cool to be cuffing +I body every beat I touch and then I married my husband +Brought NEW York rap back, rapping how I really rap +Bodied summer jam twice, what you know about that +Two soul train awards, yeah female rap changing it +And yesterday I woke up to two Grammy nominations, FACTS + +Moshpit*Lyrics from snippet +[Intro] +[?] +Ooh, Lil Pump +Yeah, huh, ahh +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh) +Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh +Ronny J go stupid +Ooh, yeah +[Chorus] +I'm back on my fuck shit, yeah +I'm ready to dump shit, yeah (Ahh) +You get your your nuts slit, yeah (Chyeah) +Jump in the moshpit (Ooh, ooh) +You would get drop-kicked (Chyeah) +No, you don't want this (Woah) +100 round drum sounds just like a drum kit (Ayy, ayy) +Yeah, I'm back on my fuck shit (Chyeah, yeah) +I'm ready to dump shit, yeah (Ooh) +You get your your nuts slit, yeah (Brr) +Jump in the moshpit (Huh) +You would get drop-kicked (Chyeah) +No, you don't want this (Ayy) +100 round drum sounds just like a drum kit, uh (Pow, pow, pow) +[Verse] +You get your nuts ripped, bitch +I get my nuts licked (Chyeah) +I got a slit wrist (Uh) +I'm smokin' big dicks +Big choppa on me is used (Woo) +Servin' junkies in a drive through (Yeah) +Too many hoes, don't know which one to choose (Ooh) +What I'm 'posed to do? +Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah +I'm finna sleep on the titties +Space coupe (Woo, woo) +Take off like [?] with [?]... +[Chorus] +I'm back on my fuck shit, yeah +I'm ready to dump shit, yeah (Ahh) +You get your your nuts slit, yeah (Chyeah) +Jump in the moshpit (Ooh, ooh) +You would get drop-kicked (Chyeah) +No, you don't want this (Woah) +100 round drum sounds just like a drum kit (Ayy, ayy) +Yeah, I'm back on my fuck shit (Chyeah, yeah) +I'm ready to dump shit, yeah (Ooh) +You get your your nuts slit, yeah (Brr) +Jump in the moshpit (Huh) +You would get drop-kicked (Chyeah) +No, you don't want this (Ayy) +100 round drum sounds just like a drum kit, uh (Pow, pow, pow)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Fat PumPum[lyrics will be available upon release of the song] + +Hey ZuluTurn the beat up a little bit +Got to get that part, baby +I'mma do it like this, baby, I don't give a f*ck, baby +Yo, yo +I walk in the spot, and I see niggas standing 'round +So I ask what's going down +Got a girl in the back, a blunt in the mouth +And a chain on my neck, hang to the ground +Hey, I said how you feel? +Baby look tough with a gangsta grill +I ain't rich, but I pay my bill +I'm like Jay, I'm trying to drop me 'a mil' +My hood tripping, chrome wheel whipping +With all these hoes, you can tell I'm slipping +Shots of Patron, got bird eye vision +Even broke niggas wanna learn my pimping +Yeah, yo, let's be clear +You're unaware what's in the underwear +She said 'yeah', I said 'yeah' +Pulled the purp' out and put it in the air +Aiyo, I smell something burning up +So I throw it up, and I put it in the air +(Tell that DJ, turn it up +While I roll it up, and I, put it in the air) +{Higher, we gon' take it, higher, watch me move it +Higher, we put money in the air} Put, put, put, put +Put it in the air +When I come up in the club, and I see my niggas on the wall +And I'm like 'yo, what's wrong with ya'll ?' +Got these girls in the spot, and I don't care if she a bird or not +Cuz I ain't really trynna talk to ya'll +Got a pocket full of stones, grown with a pocket full of bones +I'm a class act, I follow with the chrome +Lane switching, got your misses on the phone +Baby girl, turn ya head and teeth missing out her comb +Look, I want this money off the books +Little kush, and a Playboy bunny that can cook +You wan't the truth? Man, you f*cking with a crook +But these niggas want the juice, now they f*cking up the jooks +Jimmy Crack Corn, and I don't muthaf*cking care +Cuz the green is the only thing puffin' over here +So be clear, put this bug up in your ear +Meth and Doc put it down, yo, put it in the air +A dude like me, keep a boom boom in the truck +So you hear Doc rolling up +Middle finger in the air, to my haters, yo, what's up? +You can tell Doc f*ck shit up +Hey, nigga, I'm so hood +My hand on the pump, niggas understood +Bitch, I'm no good, I swear +Light shit up like Times Square, put it in the air +I got a bottle of Patron, I'm the only one that spent that cash +But everybody try to get they glass +Now we can all have a drink, if you trying to put some dough in the bank +But if not, ya'll can kiss my ass +I need a, Cinderella that can give me the loot +Better yet, a French vanilla that can give me the scoop +Oh yeah, just so we clear, put this bug up in your ear +Meth and Doc put it down, yo, put it in the air + +Champagne Poppin’[Intro: Lil Kim, (Big Mike)] +Kimmy Blanco, Wiz Khalifa +(New Lil' Kim, Wiz Khalifa +This right here's called Poppin' Champagne) +{Y'all already know what it is man} +(Oh yeah) +It's tax season (Black Friday bitch) +Uhuh {Taylor Gang}, I.R.S +You are now rocking with the best, yeah +[Verse 1: Lil Kim} +Keep the champagne coming all night, that's my motto +To everybody in the crowd got they own bottle +Nails done, hair done, manicured toes +They still on them pink bottles, we on that ice roll +Yeah, that's that new shit +Bottles all white, like Obama's crib +And they still talking old gold +I just netted half a mil' from some old gold +Ralph Lauren Polo, that be the logo +Dom P, Ace of Spades, Veuve Cliquot +Champagne bath and a champagne glass +I piss champagne, that's my campaign ad +I.R.S we the M.V.P.s of the year +See them sparkles in the air, know they coming over here +We poppin' rosé, like it's Independence Day +Even though it's more bottles on the way +[Hook: Wiz Khalifa] +I'ma need more champagne +Tell the waitress grab a couple more bottles and bring 'em up +We got a bar for every nigga that came with us +You got some broads, then bring 'em up +Grab a drink and get fucked up +Champagne +See them bottles of rosé when they think of us +We just all up in the club to spend paper up +What you hating for, get the waitress bruh +I'ma need -- +[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] +Uh, and I'm still talkin' champagne +Good weed, bad bitches and airplanes +Niggas get extra like spare change +Leave ya bitch 'round my gang, then she fair game +Get so hot, you standing near a flame +20 thousand on my wrist, 50 on my chain +Club owners mad we drinkin' all the rosé +And niggas hate but I just go off what the hoes say +He a skinny nigga, but he do it big +Yeah it's lookin' like a movie but it's how I live +Young boss, Taylor Gang general +Drinkin' out the pink bottle, Rosé Imperial +And my bad bitch look like a centrefold +Cook like a chef, smoke like it's medicinal +Smell the engine burnin', you hear my tyres murk +We be poppin' corks like fireworks +(I'ma need more champagne) +VIP is full of red bottles +In the city that I come from, I'm the head honcho +Ounces full of kush, bottles full of Moët +See me in my yellow car, she got so wet +Used to smoke blunts, now she roll planes +Quit fuckin' with her nigga, he was so lame +Says she love the taste, but she don't know the name +Drinkin' by the case, I gon' need you to bring (more champagne) +I'm with my goons gettin' liquored up +Make this money then blow it, like I don't give a fuck +Show up to the club, they brought them bottles out +You gettin' paper, you should know just what I'm talkin' 'bout +Uh, I live the life you write a song about +Bitches think I'm famous, favours come in large amounts +Standing on the table, standing on the couch +Somebody tell the waitress that we almost out +[Hook: Wiz Khalifa] +I'ma need more champagne +Tell the waitress grab a couple more bottles and bring 'em up +We got a bar for every nigga that came with us +You got some broads, then bring 'em up +Grab a drink and get fucked up +Champagne +See them bottles of rosé when they think of us +We just all up in the club to spend paper up +What you hating for, get the waitress bruh +I'ma need more champagne + +With ChildLyrics from Snippets +[Intro] +(Woah!) +(Stay on em, stay on em) on em, on em +Stay on em (stay on em, stay on em) na-na-na +Stay on em (stay on em) uh- stay on em +Sta- sta- stay on em (stay on em) sta- sta- +[Hook] +Boy, I ain't waitin' 'round +I ain't waitin' 'round for some handouts (Handout) +I'ma always stand out, always stand out +That's hands down (Hands down) (Woo!) +Better tell them boys, better tell them boys +Tell them "stand down" (Stand down) +And that boy soft as hell, hell +Till he got his man 'round (Man 'round) +[Verse 1] +Boy behave ay +Kobe ay, ay +See the reason why they set him up +'Cause he ain't no slave, ay +Swear the game, cut though +Cosby, set up +What? Shut up +Boy, shut up! +Our lord has the... + +Get Ya BoyI'll whip ya head boy, you know I will +I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel +I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled +I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed +I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will +I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel +I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled +I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed +Two niggas in the front, two niggas in the back +That's four niggas riding strapped in grandpa's Cadillac +The voice in my head say fuck all these niggas +Then I start thinking, I should rob all these niggas +Man my homies they want do whatever I want do +I say I want eat this and shit we want eat too +Let's ride around find a nigga stunting on first street +With the shine's on niggas be looking like lunch meat +I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor +Tell um come up off that shit 'fore we start popping some more +Fuck a ski mask, man niggas know who I is +I got a full clip and niggas know I get biz +I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will +I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel +I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled +I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed +I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will +I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel +I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled +I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed +I'm up early in the morning, tryna make a move +You coming in here with me shorty take your lil' one to school +Even though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma +I hit her with the lama to get this cake +Give us the coke, the cash, the combo to the safe +Oh, she don't know it, damn, okay we'll wait +I play with your kid on the couch, while your bitch on the phone +With a gun to her head saying, "Daddy come home" +You was rolling, popping bubbly, didn't think it get ugly +In the hood shit is lovely until it go bad +Now you can pray for a miracle and God might be hearing you +And the nine will jam, right in my hand +I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will +I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel +I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled +I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed +I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will +I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel +I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled +I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed +I got his homies screaming buck you need to calm down +Niggas be getting killed every time you come around +We ran up in his crib made his momma kiss the ground +She asking God, what my baby dunn did now? +I'm taking every thang, jewelry I want it all +Duck tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall +Fuck waiting we can starting waiting on tomorrow +So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow +I'm impatient like a money hungry rap star +I jack him for his chain and I can get a new jaguar +The mack I have his brains all over the fucking sidewalk +And I'ma be on CNN again it ain't my fault +March nigga step, right nigga lef' +G-Unit soldier I'm thugging till my death mothafuckas +I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will +I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel +I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled +I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killed +I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will +I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel +I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled +I'll whip ya head boy, your ass could get killedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Blue Diamond(feat. Chip Banks) +[Raekwon] +Call me the flyest jewel thief in the town jewelry nympho with info +All I need is three hold me down where the joints at chill +Its one big rockless glass And its blue play it low when we snatch that +Rock your black outfit kid Im going out kid you all mouth kid +Be the driver chill out kid Snatch the glass the we all on hold on Lord +Who holding it who bought the idea duke Its over with +No funny guy business what is this its just realness +Its only us who willing to steal this +Got my whole life on it Mans wife on it throw my black Nikes on it +With sons ready to Ike for it my position is contain yal +Sort of like dope fame on yal +Blowing game on yal Lets get this paper +Start vaporizing think about legalizing +Plus you went wrong now im Penalizing +[Chorus x2: Chip Banks] +Diamonds, grande y azul +Aiyyo we got chopo +And you can get some too +Take money +[Raekwon] +Yelling out asta la vesta last name masesta mean feon smoke with feces +Publicize this im go rise don in disguise +That will throw his arm out of five that fly +Jewel specialist fool specialist +Move like Professionalist strengthen paper excellent +Might be painting your town +Throw the drink down blowing it real-estate style +Feel my weight now Chilling healthy +And came up game up tore the frame up +Got to vote for the mayor later +Snatch something I believe in some call it thieving +But I call it extra dough on the weekend +Me and my family breezing so much ice its Freezing +The Dean switching up for a reason out of nature we be g'ing +Some of these spots Korean That saten gleam got me peeing?? +[Chorus x2: Chip Banks] +We get chop dough? +And you know its true +Ayo we get chop dough +And you can get some to +[Raekwon] +Ayo the topic is laying in the tropics ill ass clique to rock with +We deligating on the block kid money invested in a deal +Lets stress it on the real side burning big phills holding bills +Technique Made us all meet Made me sit back repeat each +Started from the fame of the week +This is glory mandotory phat dough +Rocking my hand to bring cash to support me +[Chorus: x2] + +Life Changes[Intro: Method Man] + (Raekwon) +(Yeah, yeah) +Ayo, how much more for a fifth of Vodka? (Peace beloved) +(Six bottles of Henny, six bottles of Henn) +Word, word, let me get that +Herb, yeah, yeah (bring that bucket here) +Yeah (get some ice, man, two more bottles of Cru', man, word up) +[Hook: Freda Payne sample] +I've gone through life pretending +That time will change the ending +I've gone through life pretending +That time will change the ending +[Method Man] +Peace to the God (peace, God); pour out a little liquor +"Shame on a Nigga," I heard the reaper done came to get ya +So I done copped a fifth of Vodka and in your honor +I've grown this fetish for loose ladies and baby mommas +Some say it's bad karma, what you do, man, it come back on ya +Music got us up off them crack corners +Now I'mma swallow this whole bottle for Ol' Dirty +Damn, it hurts me; I hate it when brothers go early +[Hook: Freda Payne sample] +I've gone through life pretending +That time will change the ending +I've gone through life pretending +That time will change the ending +[Raekwon] +Word to my son, he gon' remember you, rubbing on a statue +In his lab, that resemble you, and what it meant to Wu +Us forming like a family, you just blew +You was the chess piece on the board that made us look true +Watching your pen swish, you loved frying kingfish +You the pearl in the ocean, I'm up on the land, pissed +Now you moving more prestigious, me, hitting this reefer +I know it's real, guess I slept with the Black Jesus +[Hook: Freda Payne sample] +I've gone through life pretending +That time will change the ending +I've gone through life pretending +That time will change the ending +[GZA] +I became weak when I heard that his body expired +It was hard for me to believe my brother retired +Suddenly, the clock stopped and the room started spinning +How can he walk off the field during the first inning? +I cried like a baby on the way to his place of death +Hate not being there the minutes before he left +Now I'm in the booth, ten feet from where he lay dead +I think about him on this song and what he might've said +[Hook: Freda Payne sample] +I've gone through life pretending +That time will change the ending +I've gone through life pretending +That time will change the ending +[Masta Killa] +When I first heard the word, I needed air to clear my head +I know you didn't say what I thought you said, my brother's dead +You crazy, another Dirty prank to get the family cranked +Y'all niggas shouldn't play like that +I know how you feel, Lord, but it's real, and I still can't believe +And my heart still grieves the loss, there's no pretending +Ason Unique loved wine and fine women +We singing on tour, "ooh baby, we like it raw" +[Hook: Freda Payne sample] +I've gone through life pretending +That time will change the ending +I've gone through life pretending +That time will change the ending +[Interlude: Inspectah Deck - over hook] +Can't pretend... +Some day it gotta come to an end +But I'mma keep you right here dog, real close to my heart +Yeah... +[Inspectah Deck] +I popped a bottle on your born day, God +Tried hard not to cry, I still can't hide the scar +And I still ask "why?" to God, analyzing your form +As I stood there beside your mom +And I share the blame, cuz you was calling for help, kid +Should've, would've, could've, had the time, I was selfish +I carry on your struggle, each day, it really hurts me +I really miss you, Russell, hope you forgive me, Dirty +[Hook: Freda Payne sample] +I've gone through life pretending +That time will change the ending +I've gone through life pretending +That time will change the ending +[U-God] +Yo, these walls I wanna crash, and put my fists through +Shout out to Dirty, let the whole world miss you +Reach out and kiss you in your coffin, my heart races +I dropped tears and watch my nigga fall from greatness +It's all wasted, flushed down the drain and +Soon as the news hit me, I bust out with pain and +Rivers I cried, my brother just died +I'mma see you, my nigga, on the other side +[Hook: Freda Payne sample] +I've gone through life pretending +That time will change the ending +I've gone through life pretending +That time will change the ending +[RZA] +Ah, man, how do I say goodbye? +It's always the good ones that have to die +It's hard to live without you, God, I shouldn't have doubted you +When you said that The Passion of Christ was all about you +From the God Mobile, to Linden Plaza, to Brownsville +Florida to Ohio, to Putnam, to Park Hill +You interrupt the Grammy's, said, "Wu for the kids" +Took four or five shots when they rushed in the crib +Trey-five-seven cracked ya ribs, cops shot ya whip +You've been chased by the pigs, sold the four year bid +Crashed cars, still came out without a scar +They tried to keep ya free spirit trapped in a jar +So you'll keep ya mouth shut, and not tell the world +Who's who and what's what, and probably go nuts +How we treat them hoes? Dirt, how we treat them hoes? +We fuck 'em in the butt, Dirt +[Hook: Freda Payne sample] +I've gone through life pretending +That time will change the ending +I've gone through life pretending +That time will change the ending +[Freda Payne sample] +But those mistakes behind me +Cast shadows to remind me +*gong bangs* +*Sifu Shi Yin Ming reciting the Heart Sutra*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Beat it Up[Hook] +I know lately that we ain't did much +But on my mama girl I promise +I'mma make that up +I know you sick of all these bitches +Wit deze rumors and lies +But however against the weather +You gon always be mine +And I'mma stretch my time we gon make thangs rite +No mo layin between tha sheets by yo self at nite +And I'mma beat that pussy up beat that pussy up +Girl I'mma beat that pussy up until you holla that's enough +[Verse 1] +I walked outside look I'm tired of this mane +My cutie in tha yard wit my draws in her hand +My girl looked at me n said +"YOU DOG ASS NIGGA FINNA PUT THIS KNIFE N YO MUFUCKIN LIVER" +I couldn't say shit had to leave the house +She punched me in my shit all I did is walked off because I'm wrong +But 2nite when she go home I'mma keep callin her phone +Til she let me lay that bone (fuck that shit) +My otha bitch done put me on child support +My nigga on tha run slip don got on that dope +I need to fuck some bad I got some pressure built up +So tha next thang I fuck she gone get extra ripped up +I looked up to god n told em fix this shit(u gotta fix this shit) +I got j-lo at home I need my bitch +Look 3 n the mornin girl still hangin up the phone she answer +Bring yo nasty ass home (girl I'm on my way home) +[Hook] +[Verse 2] +Now this next time this bitch hit me on my chirp line +Boosie how my mouth was +Im right on side my fuckin girl +Oh let them hoes suck on my shit +I told her no she sucked be but he just played like he was me +She got quiet 4 a minute I kissed ha on tha neck +I played wit that pussy and I got my girl wet +She said I luv yo black ass I say'd I luv you 2 +Another bitch done hit me up "Boosie what do it do" +She grabbed my phone who is this ho hung up +She broke my shit threw out all my doja n shit had a nigga mo sick +Damn wat I done did +She like boosie you ain't gon neva c yo muthafuckin kids +I told ha that I'm sorry I'm tired of lyin +Tired of seein my girl cryin +Need a second thrid chane please don't get anotha man +Been months since I took you out always n that fuckin soft +I wanna beat that pussy up please don't put a nigga out +[Hook] +[Verse 3] +Now lately er'body been trippin me you & dem children +Er'body been slippin +We gone keep it real lets get it rite lets have a dinner girl candle lite (shit) +That'll be nice but tha ice ain't make it happen +Tha price ain't make it happen but it wasn't all that it was hoes who brought tha maddness +Usedto laugh wit each otha now we mad at each otha +In tha bed we used to cudddle now I barely even fuck her +And every time you gone I be thinkin of you +Got my thang rock hard gurl I'm fiendin for you +And we 1st met it was right on time you was bonniei was clyde +Gurl you down to ride please nigga I'm yo ride or die +Thats wat I like to hear whisper softly in my ear +Lets take'm to tha bank like segol on hard to kill +All these years down tha drain +Im 75% wrong i'll neva change but I'm workin to get betta mane +[Hook] +Boosie bad ass on tha track nigga +Mouse on tha beat +Its more than beautiful baby +Believe that but I gotta holla at you +We gotta go baby cause on my way ho1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Slept on Tony[Intro: unknown male] +Never under estimate Tony Stark +[Hook: female singer (samples)] +You done slept on Tony +"Tony Starks!" "Ironman!" +You done slept on Tony +"Yo, before that, I was getting it on" +You done slept on Tony +"Tony Starks!" "Ironman" +You done slept on Tony +"I was getting it, getting it, getting it on" +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, when they kidnapped your boy, and forced me to do evil +I created an iron suit, to protect my people +Escaped, bound to be Ironman the great +The billionaire Tony Starks'll renew your fate +Built Stark Towers, throw the biggest events +Got liquid, armor, I can paint all dents +Keep a few bad chicks, I ain't your average hero +Movie premieres, catch me wit Denzel and De Niro +Six six eleven gold, playboy industrialist +Face of a ghost, mind of a technologist +Specialist, modern day speech slang therapist +Specialize in weapons, I can blow off terrorists +So, so don't sleep big homey +Real recognize and I can see you phoneys +My weak heart can't take it, got a life long sentance +Boy genius grown up, and I fight with a vengeance +[Hook] +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, I got steel toe wallies when I glide on stage +And my heart gently weeps in an iron ribcage +Punctured by metals, replaced by elements +My enemies hunt it like a tusk on the elephant +Extraordinary, hiding my dual identity +Anthony Stark, call me Ton', the top pedigree +Multi-billionaire, military contractor +Crushing my opponents, with the strength of a compactor +Ex-factor, I turn liquids to metals +Water to wine, I turn dirt into rose petals +Greatest man walking, blow a bottle of Goose +Gold-plated iron armor, to Versace suits +I'm so elegant, scientifically intelligent +My lawyers won the case, I won't take the settlement +Money's irrelevant, I need heat to energize +We taking over the planet, Stark Enterprise +[Hook] +[Outro: unknown male] +Once again, Tony Stark, infinite finesse +Stopped the planet, and destroyed an indestructable track + +My Kind of Bitch[Intro : Cappadonna] +That's my kind of bitch! +That's my kind of bitch! +That's my kind of bitch! +[Cappadonna] +Yo +I love a chick that's ghetto and pop guns for niggas +Suck dick and plus buy nigga kicks +Now, that's my kind of bitch! +She fuck real good and she know how to kiss +She live a double life +She call police on me if she get strife +That's my kind of bitch! +Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit' +She like Timberlands and Nike +Tatt's on the back +Hustle and sold crack +How you like that now? +That's my kind of bitch +When I was a broke nigga +She was tryin' to get rich +She be hatin' other niggas +But eat pussy real-quick +And still never treat me like a trick +That's my kind of bitch! +Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit +Now... +That's my kind of bitch! +[Hook : Cappadonna] +That's my kind of bitch! +Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh +That's my kind of bitch! +Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh +That's my kind of bitch! +Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh +That's my kind of bitch! +That's my kind of bitch! +Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit +[Cappadonna] +Hold it down +For the Don' when she flex my whip +Even though she on the strip +I ain't gonna flip +I put hickeys on her neck +Hickies on her clitoris on some real nigga shit +Got the cure for your bitterness +Hit you with the biggest dick now +That's my kind of bitch +She cheated on her man and she called it quits +Made me eggs in the morning and she made me quit +[Hook : Cappadonna] +That's my kind of bitch! +Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh +That's my kind of bitch! +Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh +That's my kind of bitch! +Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh +That's my kind of bitch! +[Cappadonna] +She hold my cock when I piss +My mic when I spit +My hand when I trip +My pussy when I skip +Now... +[Hook : Cappadonna] +That's my kind of bitch! +Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, now +That's my kind of bitch! +Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, now +That's my kind of bitch! +Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh +That's my kind of bitch! +Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Way We Ball (Remix)(*talking*) +Heeeey hooo, this is the way we ball +(this the way we ball), this ain't the regular version man +This is the remix y'all (the remix), I got my boy E-40 +In the house man (fa shiggidy), you know +We just gon spit a little game, (juts a little bit though) +I had to change the hook up a little bit (just a little bit) +[Hook - 2x] +This is the way we ball +And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss +(tricka-wy-yow), I represent the Dirty South +And we riding Blaze, Jags and Escalades +I'm Third Coast born, but you know I'm Texas made +[Lil Flip] +Lil Flip, I'm back on this track +But this time around, E-40 got my back +You know we popping collars, hitting sixteen switches +And after my show, I'm taking fifteen pictures +With fourteen chicks, and they all from Mexico +When they saw the Sprewells, they said let's go +Now we smoking sweets yep, thirteen grams +Now I'm doing donuts, in a orange Lam +Borghini on Dubs, cruising through the club +Trying to find a chick, who like fucking with a thug +I've never been a scrub, I always had do' +But now I'm with Sony, so I got a little mo' +Now we acting bad, when we pulling off the lot +I treat my car like a stripper, watch me drop the top +I'm doing 85, going down to Sea World +Me, E-40, Hump, Redd and my homie C-Note +[Hook - 2x] +[E-40] +Chick up on my wrist, mustard and mayonnaise kicks +Vogue tires, E-40 and the Click +Me and Lil Flip, drinking and we sip +Dome pliers, trying to get a grip +On this industry, P-I-M-P-ing +Talk slicker, than the average MC +Players from the track, females on my lap +Dog, this is the way we ball +[Hook - 2x] +[Lil Flip] +I'm swanging about to rip the kizzerp, sipping on my sizzyrup +And on the back of my throwback, it say Larry Bizzird +And on the back of my Jordans, it say Louis Vaton +And on the back of my shirt, it say We Are One +And on the back of my jacket, it say Burberry man +(say, what's that smell), that's blueberry man +So puff puff pass, cause that's all we know +I drink purple stuff, like my homie Big Moe +I'm leaning to the left, about to waste my cup +But I got another fo', so I don't give a fuck +I've been having paper, cause I grind everyday +And since I'm in a big body, nigga get out my way +[Hook - 2x] + +High Beamin’[Verse 1: B.G.] +Niggas be hatin +Cause BG got it +Every top of the line car they got +Look I ride it +From the Hummer to the Rover +The drop jag +B and C lex truck +Nothin' my click ain't had +Everybody head was fucked +When they heard bout the deal +Cash Money hotboys signed for 30-mill +Already was straight but now we livin larger +Already was ballin, but now we ballin harder +Picture: bitches can't take me +Cause my wrist stay flossed out +Niggas hate me cause all day I'm flossed out +Ghetto made me +My dog, Baby, saved me +Niggas find out they ho got fucked, they Implicate me +That's how it go +It ain't my fault I got mega cheese +Walk that walk +Talk that talk I'm BG +Paperchaser to the fullest get my grind on +Gotta do it cause I made that song Get Yo' Shine On +[Chorus: B.G.] +Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin' +Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' +Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin' +Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' +Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin' +Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Wha +I'mma flosser baby, baller baby +A fifteen year old shot caller baby +And I'm racin' through +In the all black chromed out +Mercedes Coupe +Got yo' wife at my house +And she naked too +And all my niggas all around her +Sayin 'Shake it Boo, go ahead do what you do' +It's Weezy darlin' and off the heezy darlin' +And I'm surrounded by the ice +It got me freezin' darlin' +And it's plain and simple +Won't change cause it's natural +Lil' Wayne a pimp y'all +Got the game from Beatris +I'm tryin' to see six numbers +Pull up at the Grammy awards in six Hummers +Leave the Grammy awards with six womens +And make her stop at the gas station for six rubbers +Put it together +This is the life when you get full of the cheddar +Don't try to end it or you wouldn't get better, what +[Chorus: B.G.] +Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin' +Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' +Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin' +Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' +Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin' +Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' +Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin' +Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +La, la, la, la +Here I come star rapper +I get the fast money +Short, cute hot boy that rapper Cash Money +Standin out the roof of my car +And flash hundreds +Take your girl to the mall +Spend a G like that's nothin' +She lay on the floor +Open up the spot +Take off her drawers, and "let me see the cock" +"Don't stop" Lil Weezy, Weezy ain't nothin' nice +Baguettes in my Jesus Christ, nothin' but ice +When they see me at night +Behind tints I stay high +Snatch yo' wife +Run up in her with the K-Y +But it's on man +Ever since I was born Wayne +Nigga get out of line +I get dirty like John Wayne +I'm bout stuntin', flossin' +Whatever come wit it +And I don't shoot guns +Unless they have a drum wit it +At first they wasn't wit it +Thought that I was jokin +Now I got 'em all payin attention like they owe it (Whaa?) +[Chorus: B.G.] +Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin' +Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' +Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin' +Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' +Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin' +Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' +Me and my click be sizzlin', hot steamin' +Bouncin' through diamonds, high beamin' +[Outro: B.G.]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Hot Nigga (Freestyle)[Intro] +Yeah, it's Blanco +I have to do this shit for Brooklyn +Y'all ready, ready? +AMICO +Yeah, I gotta do this shit for Brooklyn +[Verse] +See Kimmy loves a hot nigga +Broad daylight, air out the whole block niggas +I could care less about your foreign car +I like to get fucked on a yacht nigga +Dope bitch, fresh up out the pot nigga +Versace Cavalli all on my crotch nigga +Chanel Number 5 on his cock nigga +Pussy taste like pineapple Circoc nigga +Take him to the bank, make him cash out +Cash cow, milk him til' he max out +Made him eat the pussy till he passed out +If you a broke nigga get up out my trap house +Been in love with benji since the fifth grade +Role play, dress up like a french maid +Uh, I got your nigga tweakin' ho +He even tried to eat while I'm bleedin' ho +Free world, free Meek Milly though +Free all my bitches out in Philio +I almost slapped a bitch about a week ago +And my Brooklyn niggas just caught a zoe + +DONDA[Intro: Donda West] +"There could never really be justice on stolen land +Are you really for peace and equality? +Or when my car is hooked up, know you wanna follow me +Your laws are minimal +‘Cause you won't even think about lookin' at the real criminal +This has got to cease +‘Cause we be getting hyped to the sound of the police +Now here's one little truth, open your eye +While you're checkin' out the boom box, check out the exercise +Take the word, 'Overseer,' like a sample +Repeat it very quickly in a crew, for example +Overseer, overseer, overseer, overseer +Officer, officer, officer, officer, yeah +Officer from overseer +You need a little clarity? Check out the similarity +The overseer rode around the plantation +The officer is off, patrollin' all the nation +The overseer could stop you from what you're doing +The officer will pull you over just when he's pursuin' +The overseer had the right to get ill +And if you fought back, he had the right to kill +The officer has the right to arrest +And if you fight back, he'll put a hole in your chest +Woop, they both ride horses +After four hundred years," says KRS-One +I have no choices +[Interlude: Kanye West] +Blood of the lamb +Can I hear me a little bit louder? +They will overcome +[Verse: Kanye West] +The Devil is usin' you, confusin' you +Our job is to understand who is who +Righteous indignation in this nation +We gon' start a revolution in this basement +And at the end of the day, it's truly blessings +Y'all had your statistics and all them goofy questions +Y'all had your fake leaders, don't worry, we got it +And plus it's only twenty-one days to break a habit +Momma, I need you to tuck me in +I done made some mistakes and they rubbed it in (Boy) +I know you and grandma had enough for them (Boy) +Why I gotta be so stubborn then? (Boy) +I'm doin' this one for y'all +So we could end racism once and for all +How many prisons they gon' make? (Uh) Watch the safe +One hand wash the other, both hands wash the face + +JokerLe sigh... +Butterflies and sunshine baby +I can tell that nature loves you +Not as much I do lately +You chase all my clouds away +I'm never go let of ya +Happiness is all around me +Let's run away and build a family +We can catch a flight today +You fit like the pieces in the puzzle +I've been missing +You feel like I always wanna hug you +When we're kissing +I just wanna get much closer +But it seems so far away +You could be the one I keep forever +I'm kinda dreaming +It just be you and me together +I just wanna get much closer +I just wanna hear you say +DO ME DO ME +DO ME DO ME DO ME DO ME +DO ME DO ME +DO ME DO ME DO ME DO ME +Chilling on an island somewhere +Hummingbird upon my shoulder +Holding on to your hand dearly +Walking in the sunset breeze +Writing my name with yours and +Don't you think it seems so perfect +Everything seems so perfect +We could do this endlessly +You fit like the pieces in the puzzle +I've been missing +You feel like I always wanna hug you +When we're kissing +I just wanna get much closer +But it seems so far away +You could be the one I keep forever +I'm kinda dreaming +It just be you and me together +I really wanna get much closer +Really wanna hear you say +DO ME DO ME +DO ME DO ME DO ME DO ME +DO ME DO ME +DO ME DO ME DO ME DO ME + +Money Stackin[Hook] +Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin +Bitch I'm out here in the field, so it's team no lackin +Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin +Bitch I'm out here in the field, so it's team no lackin +Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin +Bitch I'm out here in the field, so it's team no lackin +Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin +Bitch I'm out here in the field, so it's team no lackin +[Verse 1: Lil Reese] +Niggas playing games, i ain't for none what's crackin? +And I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin +I'm off the shits, i won't stop I'm crackin +Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin +Ain't playing games, we ain't for none what's crackin? +We sliding doors back and young niggas clappin +Racing to the money I'm speeding like a rabbit +Got a lot of money try to take what I'm having +You get clapped up and that's faster than a rabbit +On 64th, bitch we what's happening +Try to come through, you get clapped with the Mac +300 shit bitch i been a savage +[Hook] +[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] +He reach for it that's a dead body +Elmer Fudd, double barrel shotty +My neck rocky and I'm off a molly +My bitch bad with a Buffie body +Young niggas shoot at anybody +All these bands got a nigga cocky +Strapped in the club motherfucker +Lil Reese get him! +Man down, let the piece hit him +Doit broad day and police with him +Yellow tape, let the streets get him +Chalk him out, white sheet did him +Bow bow, I'm bussin' at him +I'm balling hard, no NBA +My bitch a diamond, Lisa Raye +Spend 20k at least a day +Do it weekend nigga? Do it everyday! +She wit me? She go every way +Count this money til' my fingers hurt +When i hit the pussy i bet she squirt +Selling dope, we ain't got to work +Real nigga, no tight shirt +My gun don't work, i got a knife +You disrespect, I'm doing life +[Hook] +[Verse 3: Wale] +Lot of paper bring a lot of haters, capeesh? +And the more you make a be the more you make, it ain't sweet +But i do me (fasho!) +Do i lose sleep? (hell no!) +If i fall down, before they start counting I'm back on my feet +This that flyraq meet chiraq, no contest with that flow +All of my heads out, with young dreadlocks, couple real niggas from the 'go +Like i said in one song +Life is lame with no goals +Barely rap about dope, whenever i don't you niggas ignore +Chop be cooking that crack, and talking hard rock, and talking that snow +Naw, Chop a send me that track, i send that shit back in back of that hearse +Crack ain't something i know, ain't something i did just keeping it real +As a matter of fact, you never moved crack +But knowing yall rappers a probably throw a brick, bitch +[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +EgoOh, baby, how you doing? +You know I'm-a cut right to the chase, huh +Some women were made +But me, myself +I like to think that I was created +For a special purpose +You know? +What's more special than you? +You feel me? +It's on--baby, let's get lost +You don't need to call in to work 'cause you the boss +For real, want you to show me how you feel +I consider myself lucky; that's a big deal +Why? +Well, you got the key to my heart +But you ain't gon' need it +I'd rather you open up my body +And show me secrets you didn't know was inside +No need for me to lie +It's too big (big) +It's too wide (wide) +It's too strong (strong) +It won't fit (fit) +It's too much (much) +It's too tough (tough) +He talk like this 'cause he can back it up +He got a big ego +Such a huge ego +I love his big ego +It's too much +He walk like this 'cause he can back it up +Usually I'm humble +Right now I don't choose +You can leave with me +Or you could have the blues +Some call it arrogant +I call it confident +You decide when you find +Out what I'm working with +Damn, I know I'm killing you with them legs +Better yet, them thighs +Matter of fact it's my smile or maybe my eyes +Boy, you're a sight to see, kinda something like me +It's too big (big) +It's too wide (wide) +It's too strong (strong) +It won't fit (fit) +It's too much (much) +It's too tough (tough) +I talk like this 'cause I can back it up +I got a big ego +Such a huge ego +But he love my big ego +It's too much +I walk like this 'cause I can back it up +I, I walk like this 'cause I can back it up +I, I talk like this 'cause I can back it up +I, I, I can back it up +I can back it up +I walk like this 'cause I can back it up +It's too big (big) +It's too wide (wide) +It's too strong (strong) +It won't fit (fit) +It's too much (much) +It's too tough (tough) +He talk like this 'cause he can back it up +He got a big ego +Such a huge ego, such a huge ego +But I love his big ego +It's too much +He walk like this 'cause he can back it up +Ego so big you must admit +I got every reason to feel like I'm that bitch +Ego so strong, if you ain't know +I don't need no beat--I can sing it with piano + +Profit[Chorus] +We gettin' money man I'll show you how to turn profit +In the hood they call me Joey the profit +First you cop it +Then you cook it +Then you chop it +What the Fuck boy +Bitch ass niggas +They can't stop us +We turn a Profit +P, P, P, P, Profit the Profit +We make a P, P, P, P, Profit, Profit +Yeah in the hood they call me Joey the profit +If you listen close my niggas you bound to see a profit +I'm New York's living legend +The streets know me well +Stand in the line of fire +It's going to be hell +You dancin' wit the devil +Tonight's your last night +Picture me Lil's Eazy E +Pistol Fahrenheit +LA County got work in Slawson +We get it poppin' +Back to Roxbury in Boston +The streets love me +See they named me coca +The Puerto Rican version of La Costra Nostra +You can find me in the kitchen with me apron on +Something like the chef, yeah I get my Raekwon on +Joey the Mayor +I get Keys to the city +And I got 'em cheap the whole hood could come with me +Nigga +[Chorus] +I'm getting money +I'm the president Junior +And in the hood they call me Weezy the future +And everybody that's around me you'll shoot ya +And nigga my band let 'em blow like twofers yeah +Clap +I got em, I g, g, g, got 'em I got em, yep +Cook I got em, I g, g, g, got 'em I got em, yep +And in the hood they call me Weezy the future +If listen close my nigga you might see the future +Young Wayne in the building +Where your stove at +Cook 'em up Strap 'em down +Where the road at +I'm strapped up plenty bullets +Nigga hold that +Now you step in out in led shower where your robe at +I knock your earth off +Damn where ya globe at +Fuck the coach I keep shooting like Kobe +The money knows me better then anybody +Bitch I'm paid forget about it +I'm sitting in the coupe wit the titties outted +The nipples chrome +Or that big black thing wit the slippers on that bullshit +Dippin' on them bitches +Get off dick +You soft pricks +I'm from New Orleans +Homeless but don't forget +The sun even shines on dark shit +And dawg I've been hustlin since the day I was barkin +I walk in this bitch like what it do +The money home +Stop hatin' +Get your money on +Nigga +[Chorus: x2] +This year all star weekend was off the chain +Literally niggas comin' off wit them chains +Put the Desi to his chest +Homey going die tonight +Then his jaw dropped like Napoleon dynamite +Jack boy I been since I'm a toddler +My Dad was sleeping I was running through his pockets +Oh yeah you ready for war then what's stopping you +I hope you know them Bentley doors not chopper proof +And they go Br are-RR Ta Tat +Just like them bullets dancin' +Come up short wit my doe I'm bout to pull a Manson +Take your kids for ransom +Yeah it's Payback Nigga +Next time I front you some birds you better pay Crack +What shit, I don't know nothing +He might be the police coming up with assumptions +All I know is this nigga hear is about to meet god +If you don't bring me some keys or bring me fifty large +[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +If Not YouEpisode 4: If Not You, Who? +It's time to step into the exploration. Today, we are in search of our true self. But first, we prime the mind and the body. It begins in a sacred place free of life's noise. Sit yourself down in a comfortable but alert position, with posture that lets the air flow easily in and out of your lungs. Put your hands together. Rest them gently on your knees. Close your eyes. Breathe in through your nose and slowly out through your mouth. Continue with patience. Match my flow. Feel every inhale and every exhale. Flow in. Flow out. +Today we want to reach inside and uncover the fullest version of ourself. When I was young, I did just this. It lead me to my chosen name, The Divine Prince Rakeem. I chose a name that I had to live up to, a prince in the ghetto. It gave me strength and it forced me to be original. I later on became the RZA. Rakeem Zig-Zag-Zig Allah. Always reaching. Always growing. Now it's time for you to look deep down within yourself and visualize your true self. This begins with altering your physical stance, which has a tremendous impact on your mental state. The right pose can help you think in deeper, more abstract ways, and encourage you to take risks. +Rise up with me now. I want you to take on the stance of a warrior. Take a lunge-like position with your back leg straight and your front leg bending forward at the knee. Now slide your back foot a little big and feel the strength in your balance. Place your hips and shoulders forward so that they are parallel with each other. Keep your breath steady. Make sure your feet remain rooted to the ground. Now become the warrior. Extend your arms as if you're ready to attack. Breathe. Hold it. Even when it gets hard, let your muscles generate with each other. Life is hard, but only through great struggle come ease. Push. Push yourself harder. +Since the first day we entered this world, we had to push ourselves out of a tight situation. A warrior has the ability to push through. Laser beam focus. Our goal is for the body to act in unison with itself. In unison with the mind. If your body knows that every other part is working as one, you can uncover a greater power. You can push that boulder up the hill. Feel the strength in your stance. Feel the confidence that it creates. Visualize yourself in this warrior stance. Now name it. This is you. From this pose, you can take on anything. Remain here as you call to mind the next obstacle that you must overcome. How will you approach it differently with the strength you now possess. Repeat this exercise with a variety of obstacles. Like a kung fu master, there's great power within you. Now how will you use it? +As you move towards the exit of our exploration, I want you to remember this stance and the confidence that comes with it. Return to it any time you feel overwhelmed and ask, "how will this version of my warrior self respond to this challenge?" +Take a deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth. Again. Focus on the flow. Inhale and exhale. Slow. Smooth. And return to your day and carry with you what you have learned. + +Rollin’ & Leanin’[Intro: Lil Durk] +Broadway, we on Broadway +750 and Tonka trucks +Broadway, we on Broadway +750 and Tonka trucks +Chicago 'round in my city right +Everybody ridin' with us +[Intro: Broadway] +We rollin', we leanin' +We rollin', we leanin' +We rollin', we rollin' +[Hook: Broadway] +We rollin', we leanin' +We rollin', we leanin' +We rollin', we leanin' +Rollin' we leanin' +Rollin' we leanin' yeah +We rollin', we leanin' +I said we rollin', we leanin' +I said we rollin', we leanin' +We rollin', we leanin' +We rollin', we leanin' +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +Pull up when I roll up +Bitches on when we roll up +Watch face is like throw up +Bad bitches wanna do a team +When I tell a bitch to come roll up +Kush strong ridin' foreign +Kush strong ridin' foreign +I'm with the team, he ain't for none +Broadway, we on Broadway +750 and Tonka trucks +Chicago 'round in my city right +Everybody ridin' with us +And bitch we global +They ridin' with us +I'm the shit, they ridin' with us +Bangers all in my room +These bad bitches they on me +I got your main bitch and she rollin' +That molly got the bitch zonin' +Got everybody on me +The whole party on me +It's me and Broadway G +These bitches all on me +Let's get it +[Hook] +[Verse 2: Broadway] +Bitch I'm wearin' Prada +Bitch I'm wearin' all of that +Polo hat, Polo shirt +Nina right up under that +Bitch I got great aim +Tell me where you want it at +Ride til the wheels fall off +Where the donut at? +Niggas be the police +Where the donuts at? +Where the badge at? +Hope you caught onto that +Niggas try to play me +Tell me where the Sony at? +I'm a insomniac +I got me a molly girl +Word to Lil Durk +I was young and thuggin' +Shout out to Lil Turk +Young and I'm gettin' it +Shout out that nigga Kirk +Roll it up or sip it up +Either way it's the purp +Yeah +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Chrome Wheels[Chorus: Madame D] +Woke up this morning +Smoked some sticky green to get me started +Choclate Thai, all in my eye +I'm never broken-hearted +Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep +Bang that shit retarded +[Intro: RZA, (12 O'Clock)] +Bob Digi, (Sun Zeini) +P. Sunn, (12 O'Clock) +Two On Da Road on this, 12 O'Clock +I love my brother to death that old hip-hop +Catch this! Hot Nix' +You know? Big tits +[Verse 1: 12 O'Clock] +I love my brother to death, nigga pussy to the rest +Shared a pair of Guess and an Eddie Bauer vest +A bitch named Celeste +I met her when I was goin to cash a Def Jam check +She had some big ass breasts +I had to catch her like a shortstop on the Mets +A nigga high off a dime from Gates and Best +Remember grandmother live on Louis and Lex +I remember Dirt Dog crashed his white Lex +I remember me and Meth won a dice game against Ghost and Deck +Remember Portland had Clyde Drex' +Remember 12 O'Clock is a vet +Big Dogs we put 'em to sleep, keep 'em on a leash +I move like days in a week +Niggas don't know the face and names on my teeth +Niggas carry a chrome piece, and separate the heat +Ain't scared of the motherfuckin' police +[Verse 2: RZA as Bobby Digital] +Guns jammed up, I'm cramed up in my lab +Six niggas, six bitches, two fifths and eight bags +One toilet, three weedheads, an alcoholic +And two niggas hooked on pussy +And in the corner, was this brother who would study his lessons +And learned how operate the Smith and the Wesson +Still cut class and played hookey +Threw freshmens in garbage cans, gave 'em nookies +Rolled the, back of the bus with a gun in his socks +Big forehead, had ears like Spock +He was mightier than a truckload of gats +And bound to make a bitch cum in six minutes flat +[Verse 3: Raekwon] +What up kid? Stay winnin', seen you look good +You look live in ya linen and you survived ninth innin' +The hood got us off the prop without women +All my niggas that ride that provide to the end of this +[Hook: Madame D] +Ain't nothin' but the real +Ain't nothin' but the real +Ain't nothin' but the real +Million dollar deals +Rollin' on Chrome Wheels +Ain't nothin but the real +[Interlude: Prodigal Sunn] +Yeah, uh-huh, yeah +This one's on P. Sunn, word up? +Yeah, uh-huh +[Verse 4: Prodigal Sunn] +We gamble the dice +Remain humble, scramble through the jungle of life +While the we rumble with the foul and trife +Shots fired on the block in threes like Glen Rice +Made men think twice about the sacrifice +Black on white, write it for the world to hear +Write it for my fam who not here who do care +Glance and stare, why when you can't compare? +From the bottom of my feet to the end of my hair +Move rear, cop the blue steel bare, groove to the snare +Bass and drums, see my face in the slums +Pedia Brown, media surround my sound +When you see me in the hood of ya town, respect my sound +Sample with black, criminal, mechanical rap +Assemblin hat, laced in a suit from Phat +Two On Da Road, got them bitches screamin', "Who Dat?" +Two with the plaques, two with the gats, it's like that +[Chorus: Madame D] +Woke up this morning +Smoked some sticky green to get me started +Choclate Thai, all in my eye +I'm never broken-hearted +Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep +Bang that shit retarded +Two On Da Road, Bobby Digital +Please don't get me started +[Bridge: Madame D] +No, no, no, no, no, no +Live it up, live it up +Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no +[Chorus: Madame D] +Woke up this morning +Smoked some sticky green to get me started +Choclate Thai, all in my eye +I'm never broken-hearted +Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep +Bang that shit retarded +Two On Da Road, Bobby Digital +Please don't get me started +[Outro: Prodigal Sunn] +Bang us in ya Jeeps +Shaolin! Bobby Digital +Uh-huh, Sunn who? +Yeah +Haha! Yeah! +Get that money y'all +Get that money y'all +Get that money y'all +Shout in pain +Uh-huh, yeah +Weed blazin, cocoa hazin, cocoa hazinEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Can’t Tell Me Nothing (Official Remix)[Intro: Kanye West & Young Jeezy] +La, la, la, la +8732 that's the way it go +Wait 'til I get my money right +Kanye and Jizzle, say it ain't so +[Verse 1: Young Jeezy] +If I had a billion dollars (YEAHHHHHHHHHH) +Yeah, I'd spend all in a day, show these niggas how to play (play) +Top floor penthouse, I'll show them where I stay (stay) +Grand piano, might learn to play (Ha Ha!) +Paid a hundred grand just to walk past it every day (Woo! Woo!) +You know I like them white keys on it (yea!) +Duct tape when we wrap them, call me prejudice +Cause I never touch the black ones (keys that is, Ha Ha!) +Let me show how to do this, shawty! (shawty!) +I hit the strip club and I blew bout forty (DAMN!) +Patron got me so confused (fused) +Until I stumbled outside and I made the news +Fresh nine piece, yeah them wings is cajun +Never seen me in the kitchen nigga, I am amazing (nah) +Well, fuck it I'm rich then +If balling is a crime, fuck it I'm hit then +If thugging is a term, fuck it I'm it then +The insane dough, hey, fuck it I'm sick then +Somebody call me a shrink +Until then, I'mma fix me a drink (Ha Ha!) +Top down in the Bent, I'm so intoxicated +Sometimes I think to myself "Goddamn, I made it" +And I know they hate it +On the all night flight +Trying to get my money right, wassup? +[Hook: Kanye West (Young Jeezy)] +La La La La (Hey!) +Wait till I get my money right +La La La La (Yeah!) +Then you can't tell me nothing, right? +Excuse me, is you saying something? +Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing (HA HA!) +You can't tell me nothing +Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing +[Verse 2: Kanye West (Young Jeezy)] +Yeah, homie this a theme song +First I get my money right, then I get my team on +If I always prayed to have gleam on +$300 jeans on, do that mean I dream wrong? +And I was high as a Leer Jet +Fly as the insect, even though we in debt +And it don't matter if I get her number cause +When I get my money right she gon come running +And I'll be good like "God" with an extra "o" +God knows that my check needs some extra 0's +And you know that you need to bring some extra hoes +Not in jogging pants either, tell them wear some sexy clothes +Now my game so professional +And my chain so fresh, they go (oh oh oh oh oh) +Right after the fame did you gain anything? +Damn 'Ye, would you change anything? +But (If I had a billion dollars! YEAHHHHHHHHHH) +I'd copped more pink polos and pop those collars +Misery love company, her nickname Sorrow +My Benz need company, her nickname Tahoe +“Wait 'til I get my money” everybody's motto +So I'mma need a bravo for everything that I wrote +Yeah, hey, mama they can't hate him +'Cause after all of the drama, K slayed them +[Hook: Kanye West (Young Jeezy)] +La La La La (Hey!) +Wait till I get my money right +La La La La (Yeah!) +Then you can't tell me nothing, right? +Excuse me, is you saying something? +Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing (HA HA!) +You can't tell me nothing +Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing +[Outro: Kanye West (Young Jeezy)] +(If I had a billion dollars YEAHHHHHHHHHH) +Wait till I get my money right +(If I had a billion dollars YEAHHHHHHHHHH) +Then you can't tell me nothing, right? +[Connie Mitchell (Young Jeezy)] +(I'm serious, nigga! Hey!) +Why were you late? +(Yeah! HA HA! +Yeah! You know I'm serious, nigga! I got money!) +Oh oh oh oh oh +Good money made! +Oh oh oh oh oh +Good money made! +Why were you late? +Oh oh oh oh oh +Good money made! + +Wife BeaterOoo girl you nasty +Ooo girl you nasty +Ooo girl you nasty +Ooo girl you nasty +Ooo girl you nasty +Ooo girl you nasty +Ooo girl you nasty +She just wanna do it all day she don't even take a breather +She just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater +She just wanna do it all day she don't even take a breather +She just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater +She's a nymphomaniac +Brainiac +Literally the smartest and the taken fact +She like girls so every girl is her theme song +She jump up on that dick and get her trampoline on +I'm tryna tell her how sexy she look wit cream on +And all she wanna know is why I still got my jeans on +Bounce till the springs gone +Ride ya till you can't continue +Head board of the bead banging like a gang member +And when I gotta headache I don't do the normal nursin' +When my skull hurtin' yea she my skull surgeon +She don't care if she get her hair or her neck pulled +She could go all night her heart pumps red bull +She just wanna do it all day she don't even take a breather +She just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater +She just wanna do it all day she don't even take a breather +She just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater +Wild wild west dough, though them girls white +Really give that best dome +Do do head, suck me dead +Leave that coffin wet, rub this lube up on yo chest +Playin wit yo tittie pierced, feelin like a kid again +Let the mammal in, hump ya like a camel skin +Into her lions den, Tyga dawg in this bitch +Woof woof like clifford no comic sh! t +She open it but bite them lips like piranhas heads +Put yo face way down, youz a gold digga +Sayin' flippa no city but that ass bigga +Young money n! gga, we don't know none these n! ggas +His girlfriend da only thing I remember ca-cause +She just wanna do it all day she don't even take a breather +She just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater +She just wanna do it all day she don't even take a breather +She just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater +She got stamina, she got endurance +She drive my d! ck crazy, I need insurance +She got stretch marks, cause she got children +Them bitches like soulja boy, they be round the house +YOU'RE IN!! +We never fuck in a bed that smell like urine (uuuhhh) +I'm getting my d! ck sucked, what're you doin? +She's a nympho, she done f*cked all my kin folks +She'll fuck ya 14 weeks straight, copy that? 10-4 +She f*ck like a porn star, be bouncin' like a bad check +Head goin' up and down like hydraulics in her neck +Tee shirt with no panties on +She throw it back with no pain +And I ain't talkin' no domestic violence +But she'll take your wife beater +I don't know what to tell ya +Ca ca can't answer the phone I'mma have to email ya +She up in the spot, I just beat it round the clock +Wife beater and some socks, wife beater and some socks +(W-w-w-wife beater and some socks, wife beater and some socks) +C-c-co she up in my spot, co she up in my spot +I just beat her round the clock, b b b beat her round the clock +She a nympho, she a nympho +She just wanna do it all day she don't even take a breather +She just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater +She just wanna do it all day she don't even take a breather +She just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater +Ooo girl you nastyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +​give u the moon[Intro: Sample from It's a Wonderful Life] +What is it you want, Mary? +What do you want? +You, you want the Moon? +Just say the word and I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down +Hey. That’s a pretty good idea +I’ll give you the Moon, Mary +I'll take it +[Chorus] +Baby, I could give you the Moon +You know he can't do what I do, yeah, It's true +Girl, I think I'm dyin' real soon +We could die in my room, me and you +Baby, I could give you the Moon +You know he can't do what I do, yeah, It's true +Girl, I think I'm dyin' real soon +We could die in my room, me and you +[Verse] +I'ma keep you in mind +While I drive right by +Say goodbye to the nice guy +I'm wastin' my time +Givin' you rhymes +You gotta give me a dime +Before I do that again +And I ain't trippin', I'm high +In the trunk of the Benz +Is where my women reside +Where my women will die +I ain't got no friends +And I don't listen to y'all +I'm equipped for the fall +And the winter and all +When the summer come +I'ma have enough to get the fuck out +I could buy a truck and +Drive that motherfuckin' truck out (Skrr) +Tryna buy luck +If you don't die that means you lucked out +I ain't tryna fuck +I see the Moon and bug the fuck out +[Outro: Sample from It's a Wonderful Life] +Mary, I know what I’m going to do tomorrow and the next day and the next year and the year after that +I’m shaking the dust of this crummy little town off my feet and I’m going to see the world +Italy, Greece, the Parthenon, the Coliseum. Then I’m coming back here and I’ll go to college and see what they know and then I’m going to build things +I’m going to build air fields. I’m going to build skyscrapers a hundred stories high +I’m going to build bridges a mile long. Well, are you going to throw a rock? +Hey, that’s pretty good. What’d you wish, Mary?18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Ice Cream Dream (Remix)[Intro: Jermaine Dupri & MC Lyte] +Check it +("I am the Lyte") +I got a remix for ya +("I am the Lyte") +Yeah, I got a remix for ya +(My ice cream dream, mhm) +("I am the Lyte") +I got a remix for ya +("I am the Lyte") +(Yeah, my ice cream dream) +("I am the Lyte") +I got a remix for ya +(Just the way I like it) +Check it +[Chorus: Lisa Keith] +Smooth and rich, it's so true of us +Dreams of you, me in a... +Ice cream dream +Take a scoop, it's so tasty +Don't keep me waiting +Ice cream dream +[Post-Chorus: Sample] +Clap your hands, everybody, come on +Clap your hands, clap your hands +[Verse 1: MC Lyte] +Sweet dreams, from this don't wake me +You couldn't even if you tried to shake me +What do ya want ‘cause I’m in a deep sleep +No nightmare here, dear, I’m talking chocolate treat +Slick and slippery, thick it’s gotta be +It’s mandatory that I make him a part of me +I'll make the dream last ‘cause it seems +I can only have him, in my ice cream dream +[Chorus: Lisa Keith & (MC Lyte)] +Smooth and rich, it's so true of us +Dreams of you, me in a... +Ice cream dream +Take a scoop, it's so tasty +Don't keep me waiting (My ice cream dream) +Ice cream dream (Yeah) +[Post-Chorus: Jermaine Dupri & Sample] +Clap your hands, everybody, come on +Here we go +Clap your hands, clap your hands +Check it out +[Verse 2: MC Lyte] +Sweet as candy, a physique for show +I'ma let him know we can go toe for toe +Hip to hip, lip to lip, and then lock it +Big fat feet means big fat pockets +Trick or treat, tasty like pastry +Hmm, I wonder has he had any lately +Ready to hit it if you know what I mean +'Cause homie seems to be like an ice cream dream +[Chorus: Lisa Keith, MC Lyte, Jermaine Dupri] +Smooth and rich, it's so true of us +Dreams of you, me in a... (So so funky) +Ice cream dream (Yeah) +Take a scoop, it's so tasty (Can you taste it, baby?) +Don't keep me waiting (Goody, goody) +Ice cream dream (Mhm) +[Post-Chorus: Jermaine Dupri & Sample] +Clap your hands, everybody, come on +Yeah +Clap your hands, clap your hands +[Verse 3: MC Lyte] +Dark, handsome, six feet tall +31 flavors, I believe he's got 'em all +Slippin' and slidin' and oozin' down the cone +Hope he doesn't melt before I get him home +Drip drop, come on, feed me, Seymour +Take some now, I know later there'll be more +We got the best, it seems you're the king +You’re the man in the picture of my ice cream dream +[Chorus: Lisa Keith, MC Lyte, Jermaine Dupri] +(I got a remix for ya) +Smooth and rich, it's so true of us +Dreams of you, me in a... +(I got a remix for ya) (Mmm) +Ice cream dream (My ice cream dream) +(I got a remix for ya) +Take a scoop, it's so tasty +(Goody goody, goody goody) +Don't keep me waiting +(I got a remix for ya) +Ice cream dream (Uh) +Smooth and rich, it's so true of us +Dreams of you, me in a... +(You're the man, in the picture, of my ice cream dream) +Ice cream dream +Take a scoop, it's so tasty +Don't keep me waiting (Goody goody) +Ice cream dream +[Interlude: MC Lyte & Jermaine Dupri] +Goody goody +Ha, here's a cone, take a lick +Yeah +("I am the Lyte") Uh-huh +("I am the Lyte") Ya know +("I am the Lyte") Goody goody +("I am the Lyte") Here's a cone, take a lick (Yeah) +("I am the Lyte") Uh-huh +("I am the Lyte") Yeah +("I am the Lyte") Uh-huh +Yeah (Mmm) +[Verse 4: MC Lyte] +Smooth and rich, he's looking real nice +Cool as ice, but then again, not quite +This kind of honey is the type I like looking at +He could scoop me up twice 'cause he's all that +So I'ma ease up, no time to waste +Forget the chase, I’m prepared to get a taste +Licky here, licky there 'cause I like it +Too much to eat so I guess I'll...bite it +[Chorus: Lisa Keith] +Smooth and rich, it's so true of us +Dreams of you, me in a... +Ice cream dream +Take a scoop, it's so tasty +Don't keep me waiting +Ice cream dream +[Interlude: (Lisa Keith), Jermaine Dupri, MC Lyte] +(Ice cream) Lyte +(Dream) So So Def, in effect +(Ice cream) Yeah, he's my ice cream dream +(Dream) Uh (Yeah) Woo +[Chorus: Lisa Keith & (MC Lyte)] +Smooth and rich, it's so true of us +(He's my ice cream dream) +Dreams of you, me in a... +Ice cream dream +(Yeah, my ice cream dream) +Take a scoop, it's so tasty +(Just the way I like it) +Don't keep me waiting +(Uh-huh) +Ice cream dream +Smooth and rich, it's so true of us +(Mmm, goody goody, goody goody) +Dreams of you, me in a... +Ice cream dream +Take a scoop, it's so tasty +(My ice cream dream, uh-huh) +Don't keep me waiting +Ice cream dream + +Dirty[Chorus: Lil Durk] +The way I did you in my past, I feel horrible +Catch me cheatin' with some bitches, I felt I told the truth +After tellin' money took over all my love for you +I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with you +You did me dirty (whoa whoa) +I did you dirty (yeah yeah yeah yeah) +You did me dirty (whoa whoa) +I did you dirty, I did you dirty +[Verse 1: Hypno Carlito] +Spend a lot of time on the road, I know you alone, you wish I was home +Been times I ain't pick up the phone, smoke one to the dome, what know what you on +You did me dirty, I did you dirty +You saw them bitches always ask me and I say don't worry +More money, more problems, don't care, just more dollars +Fuck dude and who had cosigned him +Sneak disser, pussy, so childish +I'm lowkey bought a low rider +We both got love we both hidin' +I beat it up, I'm so violent +Can't fly without my copilot +You did me dirty, don't lie to me +It's either yes or no, no probably +No matter what, you s'posed to ride for me +You kept some secrets that'll bother me +But fuck that shit, just get on top of me +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +The way I did you in my past, I feel horrible +Catch me cheatin' with some bitches, I felt I told the truth +After tellin' money took over all my love for you +I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with you +You did me dirty (whoa whoa) +I did you dirty (yeah yeah yeah yeah) +You did me dirty (whoa whoa) +I did you dirty, I did you dirty +[Verse 2: Yung Tory] +You did me dirty, I did you dirty too +You didn't want me when I was broke, now I pull up with convertible +If you fuck another nigga, I swear I might murder you, ooh +You say you the shit, no nigga I ain't heard of you, ooh +Yeah I'm that nigga, she know +You say that your man, he in the club, askin' for bottles, he broke +VVS's in my mouth, so cold +And I got Gucci on me nigga, I don't rock Polo, hey +Got your bitch on me, asked her to roll-roll, hey +Ayy just seen your bitch suckin' dick my nigga, I think you should take her home +I'm smokin' dope out the zip my nigga, I swear I'm in love with this throat +Why she on my line my nigga, your bitch do the most +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +The way I did you in my past, I feel horrible +Catch me cheatin' with some bitches, I felt I told the truth +After tellin' money took over all my love for you +I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with you +You did me dirty (whoa whoa) +I did you dirty (yeah yeah yeah yeah) +You did me dirty (whoa whoa) +I did you dirty, I did you dirtyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +So Serious[Intro] +I'm so so serious +I'm oh so serious +I, I got it +I, I get it +[Hook] +Now I lay thee down to sleep +I pray, my Lord, my soul to keep +If I should die though before I awake +Let my niggas celebrate and split my cake +[Verse] +It's 50, I'm so real, you ain't see none realer +Ex-crack dealer, I click-clack for the skrilla +I'm heartless, something like a cold-blooded killer +I'm filthy, dirty with the money, my nigga +I done ran through more cars than your Rolls Royce dealer +I put that on my Goddaughter, I love you, Jon Miller +New Bentley or not, watch the chinchilla +Sean Don spitter, Banshee four wheeler +I'm big in New York, I move like Godzilla +Gorilla, U.N.I.T Nigga +Grave digger, ask Puffy and Jigga +Made nigga, my pockets get bigger +And bigger, you got no choice but to feel a +Nigga when I spit that shit, I figure +It'll only bring more bread +You fuck around, I get down and go upside yo' head +[Hook] +Now I lay thee down to sleep +I pray, my Lord, my soul to keep +If I should die though before I awake +Let my niggas celebrate and split my cake +Now I lay thee down to sleep +I pray the Lord forgive me for holding heat +If I should die though before I awake +Let my niggas celebrate and split my cake +[Outro] +Oh! I just got back from the UK +A lil jet-lagged from the flight +But when I'm out there, they say... +They say, "50, 50 you're my favorite +We love you, 50! You're massive +Mash it up, there is no competition +No, no, there is no competition +You have to be kidding" +I can't believe it, I'm drunk! +It's 50, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Power to the Peso[Intro: Lounge Mode] +Yeah, nigga! +Aiyo, what up man? This is all BB right here +Word, yo, we just slid in from the back door +It's Code:Red, nigga, level four, ya'll know what it is, man +I told ya'll, huh? I didn't? Watch this one, though (Goon Squad!) +[Verse 1: Lounge Mode] +Aiyo, I know niggas that get dusted and wild out +They foul out, talk to the cops and play they style out +Me? I'm real hood, and them niggas that was fakin' before +I take they jaws, cuz Lord, I wish they would +Yes, Lord, it's all good, you know I hustle +In the tanktop with no muscle, all in the hood +And roll dice by the elevator, and post up +And wait there, if he comin' in, dog, gotta wait til later +I squeeze off, ease off from the nine milly +And my niggas be like, "Watch how he whine, Billy!" +And for the record, these niggas gotta come kill me +Where I'm at, in the Hill, by the Ooh, silly +Danger, danger, ain't nothin' change but space +Ask Space and Daxe, in how they manage +And how I do damage, fuck takin' flicks for cameras +You know them bandanas, run with them clip bananas +I'm on the hunt for the big dough to stick Santana +Plus these labels exec's come in a calm manner +N.S.Beezy, I stay easy +Fuck what ya'll niggas is talkin', I'm off the heezy +[Verse 2: Cappadonna] +In the hood, you get fake hugs and cold stares +Heat holdin' niggas with the apple colored wears +Try'nna get them greens, premature niggas get knocked out and dope fiend +Niggas stand up, Staten Island, rip you and ya mans up +Hands up, yeah, kid, it's the real +Rough necks on this side, cats makin' a deal +Coke in the bill, weapons appeal, do what ya feel +From Park Hill to Jungle Nillz +So much that we gotta pay the bills +Give us the cream or get killed.... +Goon Squad! +[Verse 3: Wigz] +Aiyo, my jewels so chunky, I got a brass monkey +With a, rock in his ear, two chips in his tooth +No cuff', I throw the ol' joint off the roof +It's a new year, I'm layin' new words in the booth +Fuck "The Truth", I'm "The Reason" why rap needs to +change+ +The same four quarters in +the game+, I got change +Nickles and dimes, rhymes, styles of Beneen +See, Cash Rules Everything, lord, I need C.R.E.A.M +Gotta team that could elbow out the meat cooler +I'm a hustler, I could sell a brick to a jeweler +Off your front porch, g off ya back deck +This me, Lounge and the team, we dishin' up the projects +[Verse 4: Solomon Childs] +We killas as sharp as knives +Work for hire, special key be the paralyzer +Got my own killa slang and dancers +Certain hammers for certain circumstances +These the roads of Allah's deed, knawhatimean? +I took the advances and bulletproofed the Suburbans +No handouts, stay earnin' mine +The hood hate to see a nigga shine and now I know +That a ho gon' always be a ho +And 23's can't fit on a '98 Tahoe +And ain't no superstars comin' off Apollo +The chicks around the way frontin' with tongue rings, don't swallow +My mind was raped as a child, Rocky could of never beat Apollo +The feds could of never caught 'Cino +P. Diddy would of never fell for a bird like J.Lo, power to the peso, nigga!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Bizarre[U-God] +Feel the heat from the streets, I got to eat +Talk what I walk, I stalk with bronze feet +Ancient spells, yell durag sheet +Jump on the jame with with 36 peak +Beat up the beat, overload rap treat mix +Cape in the wind like the John Woo flicks +Now, take the spirit, crash more clearer +The sweat of the body, covers the man in the mirror +Kick down the door, unlease the Terror Fam +Cracklin, screamin, crime who I am *echo* +Who else could cut, well budge, eye on the tiger rap +Ruler rough mind snap, cryin, his eyes strapped +Beneath clothin, prehaps speed glowin +The golden wise domes, blizzard unknown +The unforbidden, got to live, wildstyle begun +So uplift the mind, boy I'll bring out the sun +[Hook x2: U-God] +You trapped in this rap in this world bizarre +And ya hit pretty hard in the city of frauds +But uplift the mind and I heal ya scars +Cuz rich, tall or small, we all shinin stars +[U-God] +Now, first of all, yo, we ain't no saints +Can we lay in the trench and rock the war paint? +The same villain scheme, temper made the rhythm mean +My self-esteem, my '98 blade hit 'em +Link spot blast, even though I shot last +The underdog stranger, superfreak hot blast +The hard drop rip is a hostile swing +Kiss my Redemption with a fist full of sting +Swift with the gifts, it's the God Body Squad +It's not a myth, we defy all odds +Now, reach for the stars, now top to the limit +But, all in the all be +Grateful to be livin +While we work the muscle, we meditate the hustle +Serious the world, experience this struggle +The razor voice, flavor choice steam, redeem +We feelin prominent now to dominate the scene +The grass more green, attack speed lean +The cliffhanger vaccine, man & machine *echo* +Now from round one, mayor style sum +I won't stop the war till y'all drown in my drums +[Hook x2] +[U-God] +Now, here come the rhythm, style that's moist +Now, it's up from the Hell with the olive oil voice +Now hurry my hurt, bury dirt deep within +Against sweaty rap war starvin, robbin the wind +Out the great blue skies and the bright red birds +From the pitch black city with the long link furs +Golden Arms yours truly to restore the Earth's beauty +Grant me a beast, now kill me with the jury +When I tell on a capell, Hell has no fury +A force has awakened, breath-takin vengeance +Midnight power plant, seekin the menace +My wrestler's vest, livin fresh, dry bone +My appetite distruction is official cyclones +Thai poems, my throne +One shot fill, bigger homes, bigger stones +It's on now!!! +[Hook x2] +Kung Fu movie sample: +[Man #1] We're the best, I assure you +[Man #2] That's not what I've heard +There's a lot of Shaolin men around here +[Man #3] They're not important +[Man #1] Are you trying to deceive me? +[Man #2] Those damn Shaolin students. They're just a bunch of rebels +Time and again in the past, the court has given orders +To wipe them out! +[Man #4] Be the Shaolin, and a good teacher +[Man #3] Who is this man? +[Man #4] The God of War!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Ghost Is Back (Juice)[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Tracy Morgan)] +Listen, man, it's going on 2007, g +I wanna wish ya'll muthafuckas a happy New Year +(New Year, let's give it up) How your 2006 was son? +(Go and get up, get up, ya'll niggas is crazy +Ya'll know how I get, my 2006 off, nigga I broke two of my toes, nigga +It's going down nigga, that's what's up, ya'll niggas is crazy) +That's why you came to the show with, um, peanut butter on your toes, that day +(Nigga, why you gotta bring everything up? Man, everybody here enjoying) +Nah, son, because your shit's --- (crazy, a happy New Year +This muthfucka) Nah, boy, yo (no, man...) But your shit was looking mad timid +That was the funniest shit in the book, that day (Find out who...) +That's your toes right there! (Who the fuck said I broke 'em) +Yo, how you put them little baby cast on there? (Just a little punk ass nigga man) +How you put them in the baby cast like that, though, son? +Come on, son, that's what I was, that shit, yo +Let me tell you something, I ain't gon' front, yo +I love you and all that, son (then say that!) +You my first cousin, (then say that, Ghost, say that) +You my first cousin, though, but come on, man +You know how it is, son, I ain't seen you in years though +(You know how I get down) How you had peanut butter on your toes though, son? +(Cuz the nigga asked for it, man, shit I fucked a nigga up, man) +Yo, it's New Year's, yo (get back to me, muthafucka) +Yo, it's New Year's son (fuck ya'll niggas, this ain't no +Yo, Ghostface, my gold is fifty hundred, I want my money) +NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! +I love you my nigga, Happy New Year's! +Fuck that, let's get this paper! +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, yo I was sitting at the table thinking +How the hell do I murder these M.C.'s, sting 'em like bees +My attitude's that of Hannibal, not compatible +Why I would damage you, fuck, if I drink, then ran with you +Ya'll chose to war, so called rich niggas wanna verse the poor +I'll rob you first, then go to your earth, it's not gon' hurt +If you try calling the cops, it's not gon' work +All you gotta do is lay in the dirt, we dug a hole +And my guns weight more, yo, then Gerald Levert +With more blubber than a Ruben Studdard, I grease the pan +With rhymes, and ya'll can't believe it's not butter +I told ya'll to chill, stretch all out like franks on the grill +With a classic deal, I'm like a farmer when I'm playing the field +Just painting my seeds, in 20-06, it's time to build +"Ghost is back..." - sample 4X +[Ghostface Killah] +Yo, I cooked up the beef, seasoned up the meat +Fried 'em, tried 'em, took it out the grease +Ghost came to steal the show, since you loving your broad +I'mma lay back and reveal your ho +She a brain therapist, chick you can't kiss +Opened up her legs, like "ooh, I smell fish" +Yeast infection, queen, she love dick +Shivlered up tits, she'll bang the whole Knicks +Now how can I salute you, kid, I'm planning to do you +Crucial, blow rugers at who you with +We bump heads while we out in the street, it's all good +My trigger fingers'll matter, kick the back of your feet +And your red monkey jeans, is looking like a scene from Baghdad +That's bad, flags red, dirt beds +Ya'll niggas is eating, crystal meth' heads +We pissed out, wrist out, with the best threads +Knockin' niggas off, knockin' niggas out +Fucking up rappers is what I'm about +I'm holding Staten Island down, ya'll cats must be dead +Keep fronting and lose your head +"Ghost is back..." - sample 4X +[Ghostface Killah] +You can decide on who's liver +Toney Knight Rider, wisdoms love my saliva +Slobbin' 'em down, hoggin' the mound +Pitchin' 'em eightballs, robbing the town +Don't let your gangsta, get you murked up +Faggot ass homeys done got you worked up +Rappers can't come around, ya'll wide rap is dead +Freeze, nigga, come off the bread +Whole horizon, hit 'em with toast, a rap arising +Ringing the boys bell like Verizon +Eyes, looking suprised, that the four-five +Yo Ghost, don't even do it, I got some more pie +[Outro: Ghostface Killah] +Word up, aiyo I'd like to give a mean shout out to Staten Island +Holding the boy down, ya'll know what it do +Theodore Unit, Big Trife, Wigs, Du-Lilz +Yo Supa! Ya'll know what it is, man, yaknowhatimsaying? +My West Brighton niggas... let's see that money come first +That's right, yeah, get up in that building +You tell L.A. Reid and them niggas to crack that safe +Word up, cause we coming, J-Love +Aiyo Den, what up, Ice, C-Allah, what up, yo Un +You knowhatimean, yo, Buck, hold ya head.. aiyo Bean +You know what it is, tell E, I said what's the deal, man +We gon' get this paper, this year, yo Irf, you know how we do +I ain't even gotta say that much, TaVon, come holla at your boy +I know my jack be off all the time, but yo, that don't mean shit, nigga +Come through and holla, nigga, word up, this what it is +Yo, S.G., that's my son doola... ya'll niggas keep ya'll hands off him +Youknowhatimean? Yo Ant Acid.. what's the deal, aiyo Tech, yo Plex +Your boys here, nigga... word up, it's all about paper this year, nigga, word up +I got mad babies to feed, I got bills nigga, one... +Wu-Tang for life, Cappadonna, Raekwon, what up? +"Ghost got the juice, now" + +Put That Work In[Intro] +Yo I'm tired, son +We gon' do this last one, then I'm out +[Chorus] +It's a natural progression, first you cut a nigga +Then you gun-butt a nigga, then you pull the trigger +Put that work in, put that work in +Make it hot, it die down, do the shit again +[Verse 1] +You know my aunt killed my dog and never said sorry +Niggas broke in my crib and they stole my Atari +Man, niggas could've asked, I would've let 'em hold a cartridge +I wasn't fucking with nobody, see how niggas start shit +Instead selling crack I could've been Tiger Woods +But they ain't got no fucking golf courses in the hood +I said I'm selling dope, I don't regret shit +I'm selling dope, nigga, that good shit +I was supposed to be an A student, a valedictorian +Instead I'm in special ED trying to fuck, I'm horny +They didn't like my style, they said they didn't like my style +Them same bitches want me now +In came the cash, out with the cocaine +Virgin Mary medallion hanging off my rope chain +Four finger ring, nigga doing his thing +You get a couple bitches after you get the bling +[Chorus] +It's a natural progression, first you cut a nigga +Then you gun-butt a nigga, then you pull the trigger +Put that work in, put that work in +Make it hot, it die down, do the shit again +[The Carpenters sample] +"Can't read notes but I plaaaaay anything by ear +I made up tunes on the sounds that I used to hear." +[Outro] +What the fuck? +What the, who the fuck +Who would put this on the beat, man? +That's it, man +This shit is stupid, man +I'm glad this is the last one because +Fuck that man, I'm out man +What time is it? +It's like fucking 4 o'clock in the morning, son +Tuu, for a mixtape, I'm going home, man +Man fuck that, I'm out +This is, they can, this is good enough +[Vincent Price sample] +AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA +AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! {*gunshot*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Fighting for Equality[Verse 1: RZA] +The serendipity, I had the epiphany +That the wicked enemy who tried to come and get rid of me +Because [?][0:15] failed to cease the victory +Because I knew from my history that God is no mystery +They tried to forge my imagery and my identity +Been facin' with the misery of brothers hangin' from a tree +But nothin' ain't pretty in this cutthroat city +We fightin' for equality, we not fightin' for your pity +We fightin' for your right to life, the right to liberty +The right to make it on our own, you can't take it, no, give it to me +The empty greed, jealousy and lust +Of other races that dream melanated crust +They whipped then they shackled us up +Put us back in the back of the bus +Stomp us out and treat us injust +I'm in the fight for my life, money, stars and these stripes +I'm ready to go to war with a crowbar and a pipe +A shovel with a sickle, blood drizzle cause a ripple +In this ultra-political climate change, a man-made miracle +For a third year he tried to instill the fear +Now he won't run the scope, he's provoked the idea that +By any means necessary, use anything necessary +To get to the promise land, send enemies to the cemeteries +We can't take it no more, time for the lions to roar +From Mount Zion, we bustin' through the door +Bustin' through the floor, tusslin' with our swords +Raised high like the Ottomans fightin' in holy war +[Chorus] +See, nothin' ain't pretty in this cutthroat city +We fightin' for equality, we not fightin' for your pity +We fightin' for the right to life, the right to liberty +The right to make it on our own, you can't take it, no, give it to me +Nothin' ain't pretty in this cutthroat city +We fightin' for equality, not fightin' for your pity +We fightin' for the right to life, the right for liberty (Right for liberty) +[Interlude] +And that's it +Yo, that shit fire, bruh, haha, yo +Like you ain't [?][1:37], man, (Yeah, yo) +[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, I'm fightin' to fuck your bitch +Washin' money through Bitcoin, dodgin' the glitch +Two maids, Cassandra, Castilla, they half my age +The older one play the front door holdin' the gauge +I get money, I play with stoves like Chef Ramsey +Halloween, powder for snorters is nose candy +I had spots on the line like ten Grammys +Got arms that hit the floor like chimpanzees +The curators of profit lyin', they can't stop it +Parkinson gun, cop shakin' before he pop it +Cutthroat City (City) +I'm out here coolin' with the code to the safe like I see Da Vinci +German killers in kill mode +I fly where the cream is foreign, Switzerland [?][2:15] +Real gold (Gold), Teflon, steel coats (Coats) +Liam Neeson swan divin' off of big boats (Big boats), uh-huh +Big boats +[Outro] +And that's it +Yo, that shit fire, bruh, haha, yo +Like you ain't [?][2:34], man + +Soul Dazzle[Verse 1] +On the mat, head to toe Intacked on the track +Big hat's on the go, Let them ho's know we on a stroll +We on the track, The shit we started, we comin' back +In the market of rap, walkin 'man heart talkin +Superbowl ring, sun of soul king +Roll the red carpet, out the cockpit +Sharkskin garments, come out the closet +"ROCKS!" My pocket's don't understand lint +Place's i haven't been +This is it HollyWood handprint, written in cement +Bottom bitch, get that mint +Get that money not the honey rent +Need to feed is more legal +Ya too foxy ass, get that cash +Sparrows can't fly with eagles +[Hook] +Soul, Soul, need a taste +Mind right, head in the right place +Do what to do, like you supposed to be +Now, give up your chance... before the game's on me +Now bounce can you dig it, on the real side +Stay in the showcase, be satisfied +Now meet me at the pink house, that I tear down +Let everybody know, that everybody know +I made you squeeze, then hit your sound +Now bounce get up and do nigga's what you can +Everybody do ladie's what you can +"right" 28 physique, game don't mean nothing me +You can't run, hide, The games on me +"right" can you dig it? +[Verse 2] +It's just the vocab +Gift of gab +Like the river they call me +Rhymin' money on the wood +Go good right before I just 69 em' +Trick ass bitch nigga diamonds +Put her arm in perfect timing +Sweet signs a sin +Steady climbin +Always press fresh food on the table +On the move +Hash flourish +Ever since they prove +My stable every move is fatal +My step gonna survive +No jive +Talkin GMC +See the C bring it back to me +If it's alright with you it's alright with me +We could do like men how you want it to be +That shiny shake that blind mixtape's like pineapple grape +No time to escape +Pimp slap your face +On the hole is soul in the hole +Roll now blow +[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Introduction[Michael Rapaport] +Yeah, yes. You hear that motherfuckin' soul shit? You hear that shit? Soul rap, R&B, dusty soul rap, Ghostface Killah, Tony Starks +Motherfuckin' Pretty Toney, Starkey Love, The Wallabee Champ, Deini, Ghost Deini, Sun God, motherfuckin' Iron Man. The man, his name Ghostface Killah. This is The Lost Tapes, my name is Michael Rapaport. This is an honor and a motherfuckin' privilege to walk you through the beauty of the Ghostface Killer Lost Tapes. You hear that dusty soul shit? I love it. Yo, without further ado, comin' in right now: Ghostface Killah, the icon. Shit, the motherfucker needs no introduction, I don't even know why I'm doin' this shit. Yo, Deini, do what the fuck you do +[Ghostface Killah] +Hey cocksucker, yes, 80. Yo, what's good? What's good, what's good, what's good? Yo, yo, yo, check it out y'all, I found The Lost Tapes. I found that Lost Tapes, champ, let's go. I'ma send it over to you so we can just blast off with that shit one time and shit, aight? So holla at me when you get to me, man. Just, uh, hit me back, hit me back. You know what it is, truth with the golden voice. One + +Throwed Off[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda] +Yeah, okay, I walk up in the club, Louies with the cherry bottoms +Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle Berry body +You know what I do, I get straight to the mula +Wristwear frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller +I’m reppin’ Young Mula, Gudda times two, I +Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box +Now I got two large accounts +Where money stacks in large amounts +What the fuck you niggas talking 'bout? +'Cause we ain’t tryin' to talk it out +Pistol hangin’ out my jeans, it ain’t a thing, let's spark it out +Let that chopper start to sing and let it ring and then I’m out +Yeah, you know what I’m sippin’, purple got me trippin’ +Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard +I’m on South Beach chillin’ and I’m tryin’ to fuck every hottie +Get her to the crib and make her fuck everybody +You know the team, it’s Young Money over everybody +In the rap game, so it’s, "Fuck everybody" +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Married to the MOB, bury you alive +My girl pussy feel like Heaven to a God +And I came in this bitch with my niggas +Kidnap the baby and the fuckin’ babysitter, yeah +I be doing me, don’t give a fuck 'bout what you doing +Blood gang, bitch, big Bs, Boston Bruins +I could do this shit eyes-closed, nothin’ to it +Bullets fuck your body up, they ain’t even tryna view it +I go tough, I go stupid +Murk your pussy ass and everyone you in cahoots with +Fuck you with a pool-stick, make you swallow toothpicks +Fuckin’ right we ruthless, we done watched too many movies +Done smoked too many doobies, murk you out, then deuces +We don’t know what truce is, that bulletproof vest so useless +Flag red like bruises, shoot at ya head with them Uzis +I swear, your honor, I ain’t a dealer, I’m a user, ya dig? +I load up the Sig, point it at ya wig +Pull over on the highway, throw you off the bridge +We don’t give a fuck and we ain’t never did +Shit, three words you never hear? "Let him live" +I’m in my own zone, it got me throwed off +I break these bitches down, I break these hoes off +Lil Tunechi is my name, I got Gudda on the tape +Public apology, Sorry 4 the Wait +Yeah9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Pimpin’ Chipp[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, them niggas talking bout ya'll always want some lyrics, right? +Real lyrics, well here we go, I'mma tell you a little story +That's right, watch this shit, nigga, here we go, ya'll, your ass +Yeah, we write for days, hot shit, uh-huh +Dope, drugs, sex, murder, King James version +[Verse: Ghostface Killah] +Aiyo, needle was left hanging, in the arm of a pimp +He walk with a limp, had bitches on the payroll +He gave the seeds candy and his family was poor +Drove a '68 Caddy with the fur on the door +The other macks ain't have jack on him, not even Goldie +Slowly, he would rise, kept his runners with the police +Jim Brown was his man, his brother was Muslim, they tried to convert him +And turn righteous, but the streets got the good of him +Big hats with gorgeous stones, honey designed the slacks +With two attempts on his bottom bitch, her name was Precious +Silky skin, priceless pussy, she took karate +Her bubble ass got Pretty Chipp rich +You can smell her perfume on every street corner +A sexy muthafucka with the mean face on her +Precious, sported bulletproof dresses, defending caring sex +Thirteen smith, this boo that study her lessons +She was the key to Pretty Chipp riches, bitches is fortune slang +Control the south side, her name rings +Lookout for the black cherry pussy extortion +Any other hoes get pregnant, bet they get an abortion +Back at the pub, at the Alice spot, bumping the sounds of Curtis +Playing Live in the jukebox, this broad named Cookie +In the purse, fifty thou' in cash +Passed off to Chipp, told him count it fast, another 10 in my bloomers +Fuck the rumors, it's lies, baby, you my daddy +Bitches never saw me jumping out of Dirt Dog's cabby +I'm a loyal bitch, and chicks can't stand me, pimps +They know I'm ill, that's why they never put hands on me +From Fillmore Slim to Goldie, Pretty Toney +Frank War told me, C.C. get that money +My potentials, credentials, my mouth stay hot +Like Chinese mushrooms, wasabi with spicy lentils +The other day I brought a little gat, where I keep near my lower back +Cause these niggas don't know how to act +At the Apollo, Ray Charles told me +Bitch just get in the car, cuz I want you to swallow +I jumped in, and his bodyguards follow +He was quick, I spit the nut on his '74 wallos +He wanted to invite me to Chicago, I said 'nah, daddy' +He pushed me out and lit up a Marlboro +(Nah, papi) Cuz I'm from New York +He taught me the talks, he taught me the walk +Cuz I'm Chipp's bitch, we dine and resort +Only nigga ever taught me, don't put swine on my fork +[Outro: Christina] +And that's the truth, rest in peace, papi +This Cookie, I still got another tall Goose for you daddy +I'mma stick in the grave for you, baby +Fuck them other pimps, they ain't got shit on you, daddy + +This is Who I Am[Intro] +Swizz Beatz (Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?) +I introduce to you (Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?) +The Queen Bee (Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?) +She hold the crown in this game (Where Brooklyn at? +Where Brooklyn at?) +Ladies and Gentleman... +[Verse 1: Lil' Kim] +It's the worlds famous, Lil' Kim, Queen Bee +I am who I am, you just can't change me +No matter what you do, you can't take the hood out me +People been around me for years, don't know shit about me +Dedicated, like Muslims makin' selat +People steady try to make me into somethin' I'm not +That's why I had to cut the grass, so I could see the snakes +Copped the house on the hill so I could see the lakes +What you thought? I'm a girl, couldn't make it alone +Time to turn the heat up and get back in the zone +One day my hairs orange, the next day it's green +The trendsetter's back on your TV screen +[Hook: Mashonda] +This is who I am (This is who I am) +This is what I be (This is what I be) +People runnin' 'round (People runnin' 'round) +Tryna change me (Tryna change me) +Oh, no, no, no, no (Oh, no, no, no, no) +No, no, no (No, no, no) +Oh, no, no, no, no (Oh, no, no, no, no) +No, no, no (No, no, no) +[Verse 2: Lil' Kim] +About five feet even, kinda small in the waist +Rap's sex symbol, real pretty in the face +So what I got even bigger titties than the lakes +Still a sophisticated lady with millions in the safe +Switch up flows like I switch up my clothes +More than Wilt Chamberlain switched up his hoes +I'm a profectionist, gotta stay on my toes +Anything goes when you play with the pro's +I got everybody rappin' about jewelry and cars +Lil' Kim give you a platinum sixteen bars +I'm the real thing, ya'll kareokee stars +This is who I am +[Hook: Mashonda] +This is who I am (This is who I am) +This is what I be (This is what I be) +People runnin' 'round (People runnin' 'round) +Tryna change me (Tryna change me) +Oh, no, no, no, no (Oh, no, no, no, no) +No, no, no (No, no, no) +Oh, no, no, no, no (Oh, no, no, no, no) +No, no, no (No, no, no) +[Verse 3: Lil' Kim] +I'd rather be dead and rich than broke and livin' +Without rap, I probably woulda been sellin' dope in prison +With some Vera Wang khakis and Nolteychucks +Suckin' the warden's dick in the back of the bus +But God made me what I am today +So I say things ya'll afraid to say +Just cause you got a head start that don't make you strongest +He who burns last, burns the longest +Fuck what they say about me +Fact is I'm the legacy of B.I.G +The Queen of New York, let's get this straight +I'm about to be elected mayor of 718 +[Hook: Mashonda] +This is who I am (This is who I am) +This is what I be (This is what I be) +People runnin' 'round (People runnin' 'round) +Tryna change me (Tryna change me) +Oh, no, no, no, no (Oh, no, no, no, no) +No, no, no (No, no, no) +Oh, no, no, no, no (Oh, no, no, no, no) +No, no, no (No, no, no) +This is who I am (This is who I am) +This is what I be (This is what I be) +People runnin' 'round (People runnin' 'round) +Tryna change me (Tryna change me) +Oh, no, no, no, no (Oh, no, no, no, no) +No, no, no (No, no, no) +Oh, no, no, no, no (Oh, no, no, no, no) +No, no, no (No, no, no) +[Outro during Hook Swizz Beatz] +If you in the club +You are listening to the sounds +Of the *scratch* Queen Bee baby +Ride the bar, Queen Bee baby +Mashonda on the hook +I go by the name of... the Monster +Swizz Beatz +You are listening to the Queen Bee +Bee baby + +Devils[Inaudible] +[Intro: Lil Boosie] +Yeaaaaaaaaa (Devils, devils) +We talkin' bout Devils +We talkin' bout Devils +We talkin' bout Devils +(Devils) +[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] +Man it's payback +For all the months that I layed back +For all the blunts that had me lazy 'n' crazy +It's drama time (Time) +I'm gettin' ten for a show (Let's go!) +Album ain't even dropped +When it's dropped, I'm gettin' more +Wish I can go down every street (every street) +But the fuckin' Narcotics say I got death on me +Niggas they try to rebel me (Shiiit) +But it's motivation +I'mma keep gettin money +Go on Soulja hate me +The judge looked at me +And said how you doin' Boosie +He called me by my nickname (Ooooh) +What you think I'm stupid (Bitch) +You wanna railroad a nigga (Believe That) +And lose me in the system +But like C-Murder and Mack +I refuse to be a victim nigga +[Hook: Lil Boosie] +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +[Verse 2: Foxx] +Look +See where I'm from nigga it's Do Or Die (Die) +Nigga tell you he gone kill you +You gone shoot or die +Them devils got them youngters wildin' out at twelve nah (Twelve) +And Hollin' mutha fuck jail they goin' to hell now (Fuck Hell) +See I'm from Baton Rouge +Better known as Rattin' Rouge (Rattin' Rouge) +The police know yo ass done it before you even do it (Believe It) +I'm so gutta, so gangsta, so in the streets (What Else?) +I'm so freaky, so nasty, so in the sheets (Believe Dat) +My cousin lifin, grandpa lifin +And niggas mandatory (Fuck) +The judge ain't nothin' but the devil +Him and the jury +I seen a nigga die in front of me +Eyes rolled back +They threw the chopper bullets at 'em (bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop) +Like hold that +[Hook: Lil Boosie] +Devils Get Up Off Me +Devils Get Up Off Me +Devils Get Up Off Me +Devils Get Up Off Me +Devils Get Up Off Me +Devils Get Up Off Me +Devils Get Up Off Me +Devils Get Up Off Me +[Verse 3: Lil Boosie and Foxx] +Can't even ride and get high +Cuz them devils out +They catch me on a back street +They gone knock me off +Yea I'm talkin' bout the law +Yall sum fuckin' devils +Up in school you got blues +Now ya bout whateva +Hoes tryna get money +Tryna sell that cat +Devil get yo ass away +I don't pay for dat +Don't he put ya at The wrong place +At the wrong time +Now you gone for a very long time (Damn) +You hit the pen +And you heard The fuckin' door slam +He Wants ya shoes, ya zoos, and ya wam wam +He was with you in them times when you ain't give a damn +He was that liquor in ya hand +Sayin' "Kill me man" +He that lil' nigga across town +Hatin' on ya hard +But he ain't ready to go to war +Thats that fuckin' devil +Devil get up off me +Devil get up off me +Devilllll get up +Get up off me +[Hook: Lil Boosie and Foxx] +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils get up off me +Devils +We talkin' bout devils +We talkin' bout devils +We talkin' bout devils +We talkin' bout devils +We talkin' bout devils +We talkin' bout devils +Yeaaaaaa +Be on the look out nigga +They got devils out chea +Believe that +Boosie Bad Azz (Boosie Bad Azz!) +It don't get no realer then this nigga +I'm the only one that drop shit like this (Believe that) +We talkin' bout devils!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +T​he Voice[Intro] +(Turn me up, Josh) +[Verse 1] +I was goin' through that pain alone +I was goin' through that phase alone +We all change, you say I change alone +Sleepless nights, barely changin' clothes +You know damn right you was wrong +I was tired, they didn't realize +Certain vibes, it don't feel right +Plenty nights got me traumatized +Why they lie? I do love my guys +You lookin' crazy, know the trenches raised me +I'm Durkio, but I'm Chicago JAY-Z +And I was scared how that money made me +I caught a vibe today, was lookin' crazy +Money ran low, right? Felons can't vote, right? +I can't even vote for who I believe in, shit ain't goin' right +I didn't drop a tear inside the funeral, I ain't mourn right +And I nut in all the hoes I fuck, I blame the porn site +[Chorus] +Please don't turn away from me +I got enough on my plate tryna turn away, tryna turn away +Became the voice of the streets and my people ain't believe in me +I'm supportive of the streets and them people ain't believe in me +[Verse 2] +Quarantine what? I'm just tryna make a buck +Talkin' to my dawg, he be actin' like he stuck +Favorite gun a Glock, it slipped up, what a month +Throw it in they face every time I hold it up +Granny ain't feelin' too well +Shootout with the police, I ain't goin' to jail +How you actin' off a case, you'll know if you tell +I know a nigga from the hood, he'll serve with no scale +Watchin' Bands make a play, I seen him score in the mail +Gave him thirty-nine years, I heard him cry in the cell +Even though I'm gettin' big, I bought a MAC through my Zelle +Took a picture on my block, they think I'm back in the field +[Chorus] +Please don't turn away from me +I got enough on my plate tryna turn away, tryna turn away +Became the voice of the streets and my people ain't believe in me +I'm supportive of the streets and them people ain't believe in me6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +The Reign[Intro] +We here, lord +Let's go, lord, come on +[Verse 1] +On top of my game with cuban linx in my chain +Iconic, icon victorious, whenever the mic is on +Stay gettin' it if this foul place see the semi's clapped +Bad Brazilians with hourglass figures and doobie wraps +Wordplay is wicked as wild flour, this wild power got me flyin' over the globe +'Mega, where you be at? Not where I be +Rich, wealthy and ruthless in Morocco blowin' [?] , striving for more chips +Steady cheese, guap, papes, bread, C.R.E.A.M, whatever +From the projects to small islands, stylin', we run together +It feel good, don't it? Compliments from yours truly +Some people doubted but, but fuck it, my source rules +Judge wise when I'm connecting dots, I'm so smooth +Make a toast for the king diamond, I'm that dude +Fantastic, repetitive classics +My style's made to dress you, I style on you bastards +[Hook] +From the drug game I learned how to stay focused +Back up in this, yeah, getting the world it's fix +Hustlers mentality, you know me, son, for slangin' that shit +Apply the same rules to music and watch words flip +From the drug game I learned how to stay focused +Back up in this, yeah, getting the world it's fix +Hustlers mentality, you know me, son, for slangin' that shit +Apply the same rules to music and watch words flip +And watch words flip +[Interlude] +Yeah, son, yeah, son, sick +That's Jameson's +You know how we do +We coming out with nothin' but the raw +Let me tell you nigga's somethin', man +We here, lord +Y'all know nothing about this life, man +Let me tell you one time +[Verse 2] +Glorious, wine deliverer +Givin' y'all somethin' so fruitful, truthful +Hard felt celebrating this legacy, longevity +I define it, garments, they all designers +Shoes that be the brightest, my women that be the finest +Dining, five star restaurant, exotic shellfish +Prominent gift, kush cologne, I smell rich +They tell me not to shine, I can't help it +It was meant for me to floss, and make hits 'til them digits add more comma's +Artillery for drama, beaucoup armor +Let the piranhas eat up a hater's flesh, sleep and [?] pyjamas +From a [?] I pull [?] out on you [?] +Number one Don, Lex so sophisticated, educated +Word complex, throughout your project echoes +And y'all ain't heard half of it yet +My badge is that of a vest +Signatures, anxious to sign more checks +[Hook] +From the drug game I learned how to stay focused +Back up in this, yeah, getting the world it's fix +Hustlers mentality, you know me, son, for slangin' that shit +Apply the same rules to music and watch words flip +From the drug game I learned how to stay focused +Back up in this, yeah, getting the world it's fix +Hustlers mentality, you know me, son, for slangin' that shit +Apply the same rules to music and watch words flip +And watch words flip + +Problems[Intro] +Zaytoven +[Chorus] +If lovin' me is wrong, I don’t wanna be right, damn bitch, you hatin' +I'm never wrong, one time I thought I was wrong and I was only mistaken +I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later +I’m never home, one time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix +[Verse 1] +Off button, pause button, stop button, lock button +Belly button, big ol' titties, she pop buttons, head buttin' +Versace button down unbuttoned to the top button +Percocets, that's my buttons, hit the pop button +Psychopath, blunt big, big as Mama June off the diet plan +Smokin' science lab +I should have a tattoo that say, "I am nothin' like my dad" +Jesus Christ, amen +My hand in the psychic's hand, she see righteous plans +I see business plans then I lose my mind and my attention span +She see empty hands like, "Oooh, Lordy," smellin' like Cool Water +Just got them new Cartier, the Rollie was too salty +That’s rich nigga problems, lil whoadie +My little bitch body a trophy +Naked pics, five in the morning, sunglasses, smilin’ emoji +Pull up on the opps, surprise party +Better get up and stand up like Bob Marley +That is your homie, he died for ya +Check your home screen, that's God callin’ (Hello?) +We makin' an impact, my nigga +We not just black, nigga, we rich and black, nigga +And all them bitches they been after niggas +They run away then they come limpin' back, nigga +Amen, feeling like Our Father +Should I get off my high horse to get on my flyin' horses? +That’s rich nigga problems, lil whoadie +My lil' bitch body'll solve it +And when you say, "Timber," please, will you whisper? +My nigga, I'm quietly fallin', shhhhh +[Chorus] +If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right, damn bitch, you hatin' +I'm never wrong, one time thought I was wrong and I was only mistaken +I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later +I'm never home, every time I thought I was home it was only the matrix +[Bridge] +Hello? Hello? Rich nigga, rich nigga, rich nigga +That's rich nigga problems, lil whoadie +Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie +Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie +I got rich nigga problems, lil whoadie +[Chorus] +If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right, damn bitch, you hatin' +I'm never wrong, one time I thought I was wrong, I was only mistaken +I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later +I'm never home every time I thought I was home it was only the matrix +[Verse 2] +Rest in peace, I rest in peace and harmony +I don't talk, I speak, after I pray, I preach +I don't play, I cheat, after I stay, I leave +The fork in the road, grab the fork and eat +Turn that piggy bank to some hog head cheese +But you doin' nothing, well they say, "Nothin' ain't never worth nothin', but it's always free" +Psychopath +Blunt thick, thick as Mama June off the diet plan, smokin' science lab +I should have tattoo that say, "I'm nothin' like your man" +Jesus Christ, Amen! +My hand in the psychic' hand +She see righteous plans, I see power plans +She take my hands put 'em in her pants +Do the hyphy dance then I wipe my hands +Feeling like Our Father +Should I get off my high horse to get on my flyin' horses? +That's rich nigga problems, lil whoadie +That's rich nigga problems, lil whoadie +Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie +Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie +[Refrain] +You got penny pinch nigga problems, lil whoadie +On the bench nigga problems, lil whoadie +I got a bitch nigga problem, lil whoadie +More bitches more problems, lil whoadie +That's rich nigga problems, lil whoadie +Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie +What is this nigga problem, lil whoadie? +I got rich nigga problems, lil whoadie +Yea +[Chorus] +If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right, damn bitch, you hatin' +I'm never wrong, one time thought I was wrong and I was only mistaken +I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later +I'm never home, one time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +U Know[Intro: Kanye West] +I just got off the plane, Chicago +It's ya boy Kanye West on the beat +Ay, White Boy +[Hook 2x: Kanye West and John Legend] +I just want you to know, I just want you to know +I just want you to know, this boy here finna' blow +Southside up in here, Westside up in here +Eastside up in here, throw your hands in the air +[Verse 1: Kanye West] +Kanye the best in the game, now we got that, that thing clear +Kanye West is the name, Southside up in here +Y'all niggas stole the soul, y'all niggas all some clones +Y'all need to change y'all tone, nigga, I control the 'go +Motherfucker close the do', light the weed and let the douja blow +Why you keep bawlin' though girl, you ain't been around niggas before? +Why my chain rosey gold, why my wrist below zero? +How the hell I know B-Lo, why them girls tell you no means no? +No means no just as sure as green means go +Green means paper, dream team caper +We see haters like shorty on the 'Sixth Sense' +Y'all finna' see some dead people +Come through ya block and air people +My people ain't scared people, only FIG-I-AIR people +[Hook] +[Verse 2: Whiteboy] +White Boy back in the mix and I'm in the atmosphere +Crunkin' for stackin' the fifth and we got them gats in here +This is not a game, Cris is not a lame +Chi-town drop the flame, White Boy got them thangs +White Boy a hot damn shame, White Boy hot like mars +Y'alls flow hot like March, y'all can't stop these bars +White Boy drop these charts, White Boy got the ball +Lyrics gon' shock you all, Cris gon' cop them cars +Get a couple foxy broads, out they shoes socks and bra +This is not so hard, Cris got a rocky heart +Pimp wit' a monster walk, Cris got hostile thoughts +Y'all better watch it dawg, me and West rock you dawg +[Hook 2x] +[B-Lo] +Rap profit, plat Gothic, slash convict raps jock it, phat +Pockets mac, hopin' crack, poppin' stacks +Droppin' cakes, stoppin' wakes, knockin' hate +And you fakes, watchin' base, on relate +Gossip fakes and I make, opt, yeah +In case I catch a case gots to pay, confrentrate +Need ya way, from this place cause it ain't common (nope) +If this ain't the way, Kanye, then it's straight +Colleges in ya veins cause you spit what you came from +Straight knowledge, I was raised in the street +Praised in my heat, holdin' on my Nextel +Hopin' for the next cell, focused on the best cell +Smokin' on a fresh L, posted like FedEx mail +[Hook 2x] + +21 Questions (Remix)[Intro: 50 Cent] +New York City! +You are now ridin' +With 50 Cent! +You gotta love it! +[Verse 1: 50 Cent] +I just wanna chill and twist the la +Catch stunts in my 745 +You drive me crazy, shorty I +Need to see you and feel you next to me +I provide everything you need and I +Like your smile, I don't want to see you cry +Got some questions that I got to ask, and I +Hope you can come up with the answers, babe +[Verse 2: Lil' Mo] +Cuz I just wanna chill and take a ride +Shotgun in your 7-45 +Oh baby you know I got your back, and I need to feel you next to me +We got a baby and you know that I +Would have another, man I want your child +Sometimes I really wanna cry, cause the love is so good +[Hook 1: Nate Dogg] +Girl, it's easy to love me now +Would you love me if I was down, and out? +Would you still have love for me? +[Hook 2: Lil' Mo] +Boy, if you really love me now +Can we walk down the aisle? +Cause you know I'm gonna hold you down +Cause when you was down and out +I was still around +You gettin' money now, but I still got love for you +[Verse 3: 50 Cent] +If I fell off tomorrow, would you still love me? +If I didn't smell so good, would you still hug me? +If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century +Could I count on you to be there and support me mentally? +If I went back to a hoopty from a Benz +Would you poof! and disappear like some of my friends? +If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side? +If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride? +I get out and peel a nigga cap, chill and drive +I'm askin' questions to find out how you feel inside +If I ain't rap cause I flipped burgers at Burger King +Would you be ashamed to tell your friends you're feelin' me? +In the bed if I used my tongue, would you like that? +If I wrote you a love letter, would you write back? +Now we can have a lil' drink, you know, a nightcap +And we could do what you like, I know you like that +[Verse 4: Lil' Mo] +If you fell off tomorrow, you could stay at my crib +If you didn't smell so good, I would still have your kid +If you got locked up, I'd put money on your books +I'd marry you through conjugal visits, and it'd be off the hook +You could still keep the hoopty, if you couldn't cop a Benz +Boy I'd never dip out, like some of your friends +If the boys try to get you, I'd be by your side +Like Cleo from Set it Off, and you know I'll ride +If you gotta peel a cap baby, do it papi +And if a chick wanna a piece of me, I know you got me +You have to work at Mickey D's or Burger King, I'd be there for you cause I kknow we gotta eat +I ain't got too many friends, you know that babe +If you use your tongue, baby I'll behave +You know I don't drink, cause I wanna have ur baby +Cause I'm your girl, and them other chicks is maybe +[Hook 1: Nate Dogg] +Girl, it's easy to love me now +Would you love me if I was down, and out? +Would you still have love for me? +[Verse 5: 50 Cent] +Now would you leave me if your father, found out I was thuggin'? +Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm lovin'? +Are you mad cause I'm askin' you 21 questions? +Are you my soulmate, are you the one for me? Cause if so girl you a blessing +Do you trust me enough to tell me your dreams? +I'm starin' at ya trying to figure how you got in them jeans +If I was down would you say things to make me smile? +I treat you how you want to be treated, just teach me how +If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see +And when you asked me about it I said "it wasn't me" +Would you believe me or up and leave me? +How deep is our bond if that's all it takes for you to be gone? +We only humans, girl, we make mistakes +To make it up, I'll do whatever it takes +I love you like a fat kid love cake +You know my style I say anything to make you smile +[Hook 1: Nate Dogg] +Girl, it's easy to love me now +Would you love me if I was down, and out? +Would you still have love for me? +[Hook 2: Lil' Mo] +Boy, if you really love me now +Can we walk down the aisle? +Cause you know I'm gonna hold you down +Cause when you was down and out +I was still around +You gettin' money now, but I still got love for you +[Bridge: Nate Dogg] +Could you love me in a Bentley? +Could you love me on a bus? +I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us +[Outro: Lil' Mo] +If you only knew how I feel +Boy you would know that my love is for real +21 answers to the questions you got +I'll always love you if you got money or notEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +As High As Wu-Tang Get[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] +(come on in) +Dinn-dnn-dnn-ta-dnn +(come on in) +Dinn-dnn-ta-dnn, dinn DNN DAH +(come on, come on, come on in) +Dnn-da-duh-duh-DAH, you BITCH ASS niggas! +(come on in, come on, come on, come on in) +[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard] +As High As Wu-Tang get +Allah allow us pop this shit +Just like black shoe fit +If you can't wear it, well, don't fuck with it! +[Verse 1: GZA] +Yo, too many songs, weak rhymes that's mad long +Make it brief, son, half short and twice strong +No doubt, it took time searchin', eventually +It was prime urgent, for you to examine the rhyme merchant +Lace MC's with styles when they rhyme drunk +On a label hunt, until twenty thou, out the trunk +Eight Diagram sword swinga armored tank force +RZA throw in the disc but then change the bank source +You can't flow, must be the speech impediment +You got lost off the snare off Impeach the President +Whether in Amsterdam smokin' seven grams of green +Venue packed, a thousand white teens in tight jeans +This Witty Unpredictable shot is critical +To analytical analogy, insurance policies why +Said he know that sounds define the note +Couldn't recognize, blast him the fuck behind the ropes +Too many dope niggas I see starvin' +Catch a single deal, a possible plea bargain +Wu slay regardless to whom or what, five mics, five nights +Hang him from the balcony, drop twenty-five flights +A fugitive bass playin' rap czar +Smoke the cigars, his prints on the strings of his guitar +[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard] +As High As Wu-Tang get +Allah allow us pop this shit +Just like black shoe fit +If you can't wear it, well, don't fuck with it! +[Verse 2: Method Man] +Tical got a hold on ya, doin' exactly +What the fuck I mari-wanna, this nigga nasty +Deep in the dirty dungeon, buggin', lovin' +The ways these rhymes keep comin', at cha splash ya +Get your head piece fractured, with killer cuts +From the Shropshire Slasher, rip shit up +Got this whole thing Tang mastered, sho nuff +An MC too good to be touched, John John +Bring the phenomenon, I cold crush +MC inferiorities, they froze up +Ice cold as we move on, saga unfold +Captivated by a saga that go untold, like Goldfinger +Caught up in a cliffhanger +Yo, I-N-S, another code red, danger +Break out the vest, now it's tactical warfare, it's all here +Come with your shield and hardware, it be on here +Don't ever roam, in the naked city +Eight million stories, none pretty +Bomb 'em wit' the Witty Unpredictable +Conditionin' be critical +Peace to Tang, gettin' high on your physical +This next drink is a toast to your memory +When I go, how many niggas gon' remember me? +[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard] +As High As Wu-Tang get +Allah allow us pop this shit +Just like black shoe fit +If you can't wear it, well, don't fuck with it!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Come About It[Hook] +Came in the game as a young'n +Signed with Cash Money, pocket fulla money +Niggas pop shit, always talkin' 'bout somethin' +See ya' ass in public, it's a whole 'nother subject +Man they just talk about it, they just talkin bout it +And I'm on the streets with it, I'm on the streets with it +See where I come from you got to be about it +And if you want it want it, we come and see about it +[Verse 1] +Okay, uhh +It's Weezy baby like the last shit +A big car and a bad bitch, uhh +I'm so fly, I need my ass kicked +These niggas ballin' by accident, uhh +Keep talkin' nigga fuck up your body +Send you home and tell your mom it was a accident, uhh +Haha, I'm a G til the casket drop on my glasses, uhh +Fast money, I'm the fastest +I got that hustler's passion ya know +Them boys back in the ass end +I'm at the bank tryin' to cash in +Okay +[Hook] +[Verse 2] +Okay it's been a murder, bitch I make a killin' +Insurance papers and the safe money in the ceilin', uh +I got a pillow case full of pistols +Come thru a nigga house and aim at the pillows, uh +Yeah, wake up, wake up, fuckin' with them boys +You gon' wake up taped up, ya dig +Now go drink that lake up stick 'em in the trunk +And let them feel that bass pump, haha +These niggas is nuts that man that M-14 leave you physicially fucked +Haha these niggas is ducks well you can call me Scrooge +Cause I'm swimmin' in bucks, bitch +[Hook] +[Verse 3] +Yeah okay, yeah, yeah +Too hot, to cold, uh, I'm red hot, blue cold +I'll knock your melon out your fruit bowl +All my guns black, I got true soul, yeah +And i call my coupe black panther bla, bla, bla +Thats the gat anthem and if a nigga play with family for that matter +I'm a smoke so many niggas I'm a catch cancer, c'yeah +And if I step up out this Benz'o, you know +I'm comin' with a gun like a Nintendo, they soft +Them niggas fallin' when the wind blow +Then I'm rollin' up my window, fuck 'em +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +NY State of Mind Q-Ball MixIts ny state of mindEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Whatever, Whenever[Intro] +Yeah, fly shit, man, word up, man +It’s that old motherfuckin’ laid back and +Leanin’ back on that good old alpaca +In the back of the vehicle and shit +Countin’ up motherfuckin’ 68 thousand +Two motherfuckin’ vests on the floor +Got mad reefer in the ash tray +Police put 17 cars away +You already know, man, shit is realer +[Verse 1: Raekwon] +Threw on the Harley leather sheepskin gloves, my Beretta +‘Bout to hit the ghetto, hard-body bring the kettle +Niggas is drinkin’ and gamblin’, all you see is hammers in my corner +Champion sweats, hoes in pajamas +7-50 new blue, this is my lady +She stay playin’ suits, mad cute, two 3-80s +And her cousin, a police who live in the east +I knew him from the fifth grade, he definitely is a beast +A thug smugglin’ cop who live in the ‘hood +Plus he rock a lot of Carhartt, Braveheart, die hard +The day I seen him, was the day they tried to rob him +They pulled out a flare gun, they shot out his charger +Yo, beast started simmerin’ at dice games and pubs +Niggas runnin’ up in alleyways gettin’ mugged +Niggas lucky, ‘cause them other niggas butt +I sat back, calm as fuck, enter the conference +[Hook] +Whatever, whenever +Just keep that thing up on you +Wherever, whenever +Whatever, whenever +Just keep that thing up on you +Wherever, whenever +[Verse 2: Raekwon] +Show ‘em how we position, all of the shit glisten +Stones flooded the Smith and, liquor, I’m reminiscing +Fiends are still sniffin’, sons are still in prison +My pen is still scriptin’ all of them ghetto visions +They gave me the contract, came where moms is at +Left a Audi 86 in the driveway in the mack +Felt like young Bond, Tom Forrest, slacks and metal lenses +Two polaroid pictures in front of his brother’s Benzes +His sisters was some hustlin’ dykes, bullyin’ niggas +Ridin’ around, mollied up, plus suspended licenses +Hit the stash box – right there, a hundred in cash +Left a blue steel muzzle in the glove box, yikes +4:40 that morning, it’s foggy, I’m under the Gotti +Louis jumper jacket, huntin’ hat cocky +Mad ‘cause I ain’t fuck that morning +I had a Korean-Malaysian black sister with a thunder back ridin’ me +Made it to the balcony part +Tossed the rope around the big lion head statue, climbed up remarkably +Right by the window, they there +Took a glance through, they covered in Versace covers +Fuckin’ in the mirror +Couldn’t see the faces, heard the moans +La Perla Draws hung off the sectional chair, cocked the chrome +Emptied the barrel, all you saw was goose down flyin’ +The trigger felt like wind, it was two bitches lyin’ there +[Hook] + +Party Goin’ OnIntro (Inaya) +Mmmm, mmmm +Oh oh, oh oh +Mmmm yeah, oh yeah +Mmmm, oh oh +Chorus (Inaya Day) +There's a party goin' on in my hotel room +And you're invited, all you got to do is show up x2 +(verse 1) +Now we done left the venue 'coz the show was done +Before we hit the hotel, make a quick run +To get the Martel to add to the fun, meet me at suite room 151 +BYOB, we about to kick it off +Remember that party last year in the loft? +This'll be better 'coz we bigger now +Got mo' figures now, fit in mo' niggas now +I got about 30 of the finest +Ready to get flirty and down right do-dirty +We got twister the dots mean a lot +When you flip the dial end up with a face in your twot +Stop yappin' at the DJ, that ain't right +'Coz tonight this here DJ, he gon' save my life... (woah, woah) +(chorus) +(verse 2) +Now the people are comin', and the party is jumpin'... +... and T is on the beat box +And after this song he'll rock the locks +Hotel security ain't troublin' us none +They partyin' with us, no badge and no gun +Grown folks in the livin' room showin' out +And they ain't leavin' till we kick 'em all out +Strip poker, truth or dare +I swear it's about to get sticky up in here +Back back and forth and forth +]From New York to L.A and back to New York +Of course while I'm in town it's gotta be nice +On the North-East corner they're flippin' the dice +Now the bubbly's poppin' all over the suite +Swig on this and kick up your feet +Ain't no party like an MC Lyte party 'coz an MC Lyte party don't stop, pops +And this here's better than when the ball drops +(chorus) +(verse 3) +Now here's the E-low, Jackie and Mark +Done hit the back room to jump start the sparks +It's gettin' all hot, now they pumpin' Beenie Man +Scream for the cream, but holler when you see me man +You know like I know, the party don't end till I say when +Now the grub is runnin' out better get it while you can +Pick is gettin' low better find you a man +Slow jam hit and you sittin' all alone +Ain't nobody gonna take you're borin' ass home +It wouldn't be fair for me to not tell you +I'm the hostess of the year, keep it in the clear +Yo, the party's over here, nope, the party's right here +Be careful not to wear and tear the derrier +Now ain't that supmthin', humpin' and a bumpin' +My motto is never let 'em see you comin' +A party like this can't be compared +That's why it only goes down once a year... +... and we in here, yeah yeah yeah.. +(chorus) x2 +(Inaya Day) +There's a party goin' on in my hotel room +You know you gotta do, what you gotta do +What you gotta do, what you gotta do... +Show up baby, show up baby... + +Original Uzi (4 of Us)[Chorus] +Nigga, I tucked the burner (Yeah) +Don't wanna fuck, I swerve her (What?) +That be that bye bye birdie (Yeah) +My new lil' bitch, she thirty (What?) +Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' (Yeah) +Pull up on you, nigga, four of us (Yeah) +Four of us, four of us (That be Maaly Raw) +Four of us, four of us +[Verse 1] +Cuban wrist, now I'm colder, ayy (Yeah) +Diamonds on me, now I'm colder, ayy (What?) +Gettin' money so I'm older, ayy +Gettin' paper, now I'm bolder, ayy (Wait) +Jump in a GTR, yeah (Skrr) +Drive it, drive it like you stole it, what? (Yeah) +Fuck that bitch, hit record, yeah (Wait) +Flash on so she know it (Yeah) +She know it, she know it +She know it +Di–diamonds so big in the Rollie (What?) +Jump in my whip, do a donut +Cop behind me, I won't slow up (Skrr) +Takin' Xanax 'til I throw up (Ugh) +Where you from, nigga? Um, throw it up (Where?) +Pull up on you, nigga, four of us (Yeah), four of us (Yeah) +Four of us (Yeah), four of us (Yeah) +Four of us (Yeah) +[Chorus] +Nigga, I tucked the burner (Bow) +Don't wanna fuck, I swerve her +That be that bye bye birdie (Huh) +My new lil' bitch, she thirty (Yeah) +Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' (What?) +[Verse 2] +Drinkin' that clean like dirty (Yeah) +Yeah, huh, wait... +Skrr! +Pull up that whip with curtain (Yeah) +Pull up that whip with curtains (Yeah) +When it rain, you know that umbrella right in the door (Yeah) +Fuck with your girl, she like water (Yeah) +No, I do not wanna keep her, ayy (Yeah) +That be the end of the story (Yeah) +[Chorus] +Nig–nigga, I tucked the burner (What?) +Don't wanna fuck, I swerve her (Yeah) +That be that bye bye birdie (What?) +My new lil' bitch, she thirty (Yeah) +Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' (Yeah) +Pull up on you, nigga, four of us (What?) +Four of us (Four of us), four of us (Four of us) +Four of us (Four of us), four of us (Four of us) +Nigga, I tucked the burner (Yeah) +Don't wanna fuck, I swerve her (What?) +That be that bye bye birdie (Yeah) +My new lil' bitch, she thirty (What?) +Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' (Yeah) +Pull up on you, nigga, four of us (Yeah) +Four of us (Four of us), four of us (Four of us) +Four of us (Four of us), yeah +[Verse 3] +My pockets, they stick out like a brick (What?) +Your pockets, yeah, they light like a feather (Pff) +Yeah, I don't cheat (What?) +Me and my girl fuck bitches together (Yeah) +I wear jackets no matter the weather (Yeah) +Rockin' red Balmain leather (Huh) +I be thinkin' life is a set up (Yeah) +'Bout to go out with Beretta +Huh, yeah +Got a pole out and it's metal (Ayy) +You'll get popped just like kettle (Ayy) +But I want World Peace like Metta (Yeah) +Wait, countin' cheese, that's that feta (Yeah) +She a light-skin when I'm redder (yeah) +Wait, that's your bitch? Nigga, better get her +'Cause my picture all on her header (Huh) +On Twitter (On Twitter), on Twitter (On Twitter) +On Twitter (Yeah), on Twitter +Better get your bitch, nigga, I'll rip her (I rip her) +Had her up on my bed then I flipped her (Yeah) +Yeah, wet like flipper (Uh) +Yeah, wet like dippers (Uh) +What? In my slippers (Yeah) +Yeah, did I mention? (What?) +Yeah, now she wet (Wet) +What? +She get attached then I clip it (Huh) +Rick Owen boots with the zippers (Yeah) +Okay, you hip but I'm hipper (I'm hipper, I'm hip) +Shoot with that missile, won't miss you (Doo-doo-doo-doo) +She suck my dick then go kiss you (Yeah) +On the real, that is the issue (What?), yeah +[Chorus] +Nigga, I tucked the burner (What?) +Don't wanna fuck, I swerve her (Yeah) +That be that bye bye birdie (What?) +My new lil' bitch, she thirty (Yeah) +Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' (Yeah) +Pull up on you, nigga, four of us (What?) +Four of us (Four of us), four of us (Four of us) +Four of us (Four of us), four of us (Four of us) +Nigga, I tucked the burner (Yeah) +Don't wanna fuck, I swerve her (What?) +That be that bye bye birdie (Yeah) +My new lil' bitch, she thirty (What?) +Diamonds on wrists is hurtin' (Yeah) +Pull up on you, nigga, four of us (Yeah) +Four of us (Four of us), four of us (Four of us) +Four of us (Four of us), four of us (Four of us)18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Destroyed[Euro & Lil Wayne] +I think I’m seeing things +When I don’t see a thing +I woke up and realized +All the nightmares that dreaming brings +Let my people go +I know y’all hear 'em screaming things +Now load up choppers +Point it at the coppers +Let-let freedom ring +I like the sweeter things +So what bitch, no needle strings +I wake up, stretch my feet and wings +My life has no deleted scenes +I pop-pop-pop and leave the scene +Leave the scene Noxzema clean +Sippin on that lean cuisine +Incredible Hulk on creatine +My nigga +Fuck the world +And may I mention, fuck the world again +But I wanna go around the world +Tune, you down to go around the world again? +I am +And you can trust in a nigga like fam +I’m hitting these licks with my niggas like stamps +Giving these hoes headaches like rams +Yes ma’am +And I +I just might call your girl a friend +But fuck her like she my girlfriend +Talk to her like she my girl +Like, oops you look like my girl’s twin +I sin, I'm bad, I meant "My bad" +I’m lost in future, present, past +All those drinks I had +I speed, I'm fast, I blink, I crash +They say it’s my time +I’m racing time, I think I’m last +And if Tune mentions lean again +Then I might drink his stash +The underdogs understand what I lay over tracks +New school, but all I listen to is older raps +Bitch I still +I still been drinking on the low +I never think because I know +And pimpin haven't died and money getting old +And now the wrinkles starting to show +My rims twinkle like a toe +I’m tippy toeing wit' your ho +One thing led to another, and then the pencil broke +I got that; handgun on the table, shotgun in the closet +Police in disguises, I don’t like surprises +I don’t like tomatoes, I don’t like tamales +Shoutout to my plugs, I pray the rats don’t chew the wires +Straight ballin, you niggas just bald spots +When they tried to read my palms the pages were torn out +And you pussy niggas get hauled off +No cough drops +I’m tryna make the same cash off rap they made off pop +I’m off topic +I killed more than I did with a gun with a skill +I’m no role model +I’m rollin' with models, rollin' off pills +I’m rollin' over +Whoever's not rollin' with us, then road kill +Tryna get Uncle Phil cake +In case I die tryin' I wrote Wills +I’m chillin', for the moment +'Til I can’t figure out the code +To get the motherfucking safe open +Who the fuck left the cage open +Stage of rage +I’m liable to blow your fucking face open +Every bone you could break, broken +If I go broke, every home I could break in, broke in +Pussy look like a steak smokin' +Niggas slippin' like the lake frozen +And I hate rodents +And I stay chokin' +Off the straight potent +'Til it make no sense +Niggas talking shit +Nigga I can get you wacked +Nigga you can picture that +'Til you break your lens +Nigga take your ends +Nigga fuck your ho +While you cutting your grass +Nigga cut your throat +Taking out your trash +Pull up on you slow +Going nowhere fast +When you got nowhere to go +Nigga hung 'em by a rope +Dump 'em by the boats +Fuck 'em, adios +Fuck 'em, I don't care +Got a bad bitch naked +And she just asked +“What you gonna do to me that I ain't done to myself?” +I say “Ooh talk dirty, but don’t talk long" +You leave Wayne’s world it’s a long walk home +My pockets on that growth hormone +I call them shots, can I get a dialtone +Yeah +Mula, can I get a million +'Til the heads or tails +'Til I get a full coin +Full fledge, full house +When your friend gon' join? +Got a friend in the cut with a gun by the groin +And what are friends for +I’m still the boss, don’t get sent for +Roger that, 10-4 +Nigga send me, point 'em out +Where he at, I got 'em +We don't wanna see you back in court +The weed so loud bitches get ignored +Cause I ain't got time to go back and forth +I told that bitch don't question me +Bitch, if you do you asking for it +I’m spaced out like asteroids +Feeling like A-rod after ‘roids +I'm from Prov city +And I’m from New Orleans +The part that’s destroyed20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Wu Chant (Outro)Wu-Tang! (x16) + +Gangsta Shit[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Uh-oh, uh-oh +You know how we do it +Weezy and Petey, baby +Ya'know +This here is 500 Degreez +Holla at 'em dogg +[Verse 1: Petey Pablo] +Cuz I know I ain't dreaming +I swear to God it sound like Petey Pablo on that track with Lil Weezy +Switching it up +Fuck it put them things on the truck +What's the name of y'all jeweler tell 'em freeze me up +Hating me kinky licks talking so much +Lemme give these sons of bitches a reason to keep it talking +You want to +You ain't built to squabble with us +I come to your show with heat homes and run on your bus +I drink your water up +Cool off I'm leaving with something +They leaving you something crop stolen +An asshole heard it +Hip on purpose +Dre I did what you told me +I been acting like I don't hear ya but that shit been working +Keep me a burner +Poison that I grab in the morning +Cuz I know that that's what's gon hold me down on this earth +A real nigga trill nigga pull out and get debated +I keep waiting +I hear your name in the papers +[Hook: Lil Wayne & Petey Pablo] +They call me Young Ass Weezy +I'm gon' round up the whole uptown +We gon burn this bitch down to the ground +People understand that you're fucking with some motherfucking soldiers +Crazy-ass Petey +I'mma tell a nigga just like this +If you want it boy you sure can get it +You ain't heard +It's Cash Money and that Carolina nigga +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +They call me Gangsta Gangsta +Weezy, Weezy +Lil Birdman junior +Holla at ya nigga +I fuck around and throw a bottle at you nigga +I'mma big pimp I throw a model at you nigga +Squad-ad squad up throw up the motto at you niggas +You can mind up I throw a hollow at you nigga +And I'm so high +No I'm too high +But a little work on a few blocks +And I put a few skirts on a few blocks +If you dirt you feel the burst from a few blocks +Oh lordy there nobody like me shortie +I hold Cash Money myself it's me money +Old cats wants to test come see shortie +I got it all hot it in the pocket I'll pop it +I'm riding in a 'Rarri, but the top is in my pocket +That's Young Weezy Baby +[Hook] +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +You see it's Young Wayne +Game is ashamed and they say he's a pain +He is crazy deranged +Put them blades on his thing +Just like 80 to summer +So, when the sun hit it look like Baby or something +So, when I come through the ladies praise me or something +Like, Weezy's the man +If you be's where he be's then you leaves with a tan +Cuz he's 500 Degreez +I need a fan, whew +Cool me off wipe me down +Daddy is back in town +With the back of my Caddy slanted down +And the MAC goes black if you ask around +Put some hash in that grass that you pass around +Then I stash a pound by my ave with rounds +I'm a gangsta until they put my casket down +You can ask around +And they tell you like me +There ain't nobody like me +It's Weezy Baby +[Hook] +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Ayo see this right here is Young Weezy, nigga +Don't get it tangled and twisted +I'm in the studio right now nigga +With my boy +My nigga Boo in this bitch +My nigga hot boy album ya'know what I mean +500 Degreez +They all riding with ya boy +Fi-Fi +They gotta feel me +Birdman Junior, number one stunna my partner +You know the name, bitch1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Then & Now[Intro: Justice] +Yeah... what? What? +Justice.. yeah.. check it out +[Verse 1: Justice] +I never hesitate to drop a verse, I rhyme first +Repeat it so often, it's well rehearsed +Rap stars, come through, rock the universe +I watch from afar just to see what they be doing first +Some was at they worst, dying of thirst +Others push through like the troops in Iraq, yo +But what did Bush do? See, I don't know a thing about politics +But flowing to the beat, is as dirty as my collar gets +The wildest child is gifted and talented +But change they style, will never wanna challenge it +You telling me to rhyme to the melody +I take time with my words like I'm in the spelling bee +If I don't make the grade, I don't make the record +Once that's accomplished, then my rhymes respected +As long as we stay on track, and then +We can rhyme back to back, whatever, kid +[Hook: Shamel Irief] +One, two, we coming with the Wu +Three, four, we knocking at your door +Five, six, we eat them grits +Seven, to the eight, we don't hate +Nine to the ten, and we still wanna win.. +(Wanna win, wanna win...) +[Verse 2: Shamel Irief] +Yo, I terrorize shorty with the Iron Palm +When I step on stage, I clutch the mic strong +That melody was flowing, while that beat was going +When the waves connect in my ear, that pen starts going +Cause when I get on the mic, I rock it so ill +That's why they call me the Little Masta Kill' +I'm like rock and stone, put together +These dudes come in my face like "blah blah whatever" +So I had to hit the dude in the chest, B +These little fake MC's just want to test me +I thought I told you before, I'm not a toy +I'm just a young boy, what? Doing my thing +Brooklyn, Brooklyn, with the Brooklyn slang, come on +[Hook: Shamel Irief] +One, two, we coming with the Wu +Three, four, we knocking at your door +Five, six, we eat them grits +Seven, to the eight, we don't hate +Nine to the ten, and we still wanna win.. +(Wanna win, wanna win...) +[Verse 3: Young Prince] +Wu-Tang Clan Killa Beez +Rock all my enemies, with the double D's +Double CD', ride for the enemies +With the rocking-the-mic right, roll up with the typewrite +Rocking my Nike Flight, ballin' with the nice +And I'm rippin' the mic right, and you know who it is +It's the Young kid P, from the Brooklyn side +Brooklyn's Finest, Brownsville +Knew our attack, and what the gats do, Plaza, all day, baby +[Outro: Masta Killa] +Yeah... can't lose, and we still gon' win forever +Young Godz forever +Peace to the Gods and the Earths forever +Kareem Just, Shamel Irief, the Young Prince +Yeah, yeah, Allah Just you know how do this thing, manEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +TAYLOR GANGTaylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang +Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang +Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang +Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang +You know I'm reppin' taylor +On my weed from cali, so you know I'm smokin flavour +Aint f-ckin with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper +And I throw it up so that you know just what my gang is +Muthaf-ck a Left the crib with 10 grand bought a hundred pair +I'm the coach I can show you how to be a player +5/8 is the fitted bitches love my hair +Camo shorts go with anything I wanna wear +The let me in the club, f-ck a dress code +Me and all my n-ggas rollin up the best smoke +Og kush from the westcoast +Oh you down to f-ck? shorty lets go +Diamonds in my chain n-ggas tryna steal my lane +Chronic in my brain bitch, I'm reppin' taylor gang +Smoke till I'm insane, drinkin' til I'm throwin' up +Only papers if you taylor'd n-gga throw it up +High socks, low cuts +Smell that good weed than you know it's us +That yellow car pulling up, them n-ggas aint hot so they close to us +Down to fly ya two fingers and hold em up +Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang +Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang +Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang +Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, Taylor gang +You know I'm reppin' taylor +On my way from cali, so you know I'm smokin flavour +Aint f-ckin with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper +And I throw it up so that you know just what my gang is +Muthaf-ck a hater +[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/w/wiz+khalifa/taylor+gang_20902740.html ] +Bought a crib like scarface's +This is my world +All my n-ggas down to bang but we can try worse +Smoking ounces to the head til my head twirls +I'm the mayor and my bitch look like a fly girl +Topic of discussion talk shit cause they bitches love us +Plus them n-ggas suckas I got that in living color +All my cars are different colors, all my broads are different colors +All I do is f-ck 'em once, and I don't call or give 'em numbers +Rolex, more sex, good weed, no stress +Run my town, arms, chest, lift weights, bowflex +Throw your set up, what you rep when you twistin' ya fingers? +Real recognise real and my nig you a stranger +Got a bank full of scrilla, a brain full of papers +Got a Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang +Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang +Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang +You know I'm reppin' taylor +On my way from cali, so you know I'm smokin flavour +Aint f-ckin with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper +And I throw it up so that you know just what my gang is +Muthaf-ck a hater +You see me out I rep my gang +Used serve that john mccain, that john mccain +Hold up they don't know my name? +Chevy who? chevy who? +Look at all that shit them dollars do +Gettin' all this money wit you know who +It's taylor gang over you +We poppin bottles gang signs +All my n-ggas gang signs +Rollin up gang signs +N-ggas trippin, bang time +Hold up, what they say bout us? +Same n-ggas gotta get the ok bout stuff +They aint in the same league +They don't play like us +No stems, no seeds, keep that rolled up +Bang on them hoes, we does that +Socket work, I just had a plug for that +Get your taylor on +Hold for whatever you rep +Throwin up the gang, 4800 still reppin a set +Got these n-ggas trippin', and these bitches too +They just haters though, no matter what we do +What up cuh, on the left side +It's taylor gang, and that's or die +Chevy! +Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang +Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang +Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang +Taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang, taylor gang +You know I'm reppin' taylor +On my way from cali, so you know I'm smokin flavour +Aint f-ckin with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper +And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is +Muthaf-ck a haterphone full of hoes, and a gang full of tayloEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +I’ll Be There For You/You’re All I Need To Get By (Razor Sharp Mix)[Intro: Mary J. Blige] +Like sweet morning dew +I took one look at you +And it was plain to see +You were my destiny +[Chorus: Mary J. Blige] +You're all (You're all) +I need (All I need) +To get by (To get by) +Ahh (Ahh) +You're all (You're all) +I need (All I need) +To get by (Yeah yeah) +Ahh (Ooh ooh) +[Verse 1: Method Man] +Shorty, I'm here for you anytime you need me +For real, girl, it's me in your world, believe me +Nuttin' make a man feel better than a woman +Queen with a crown that be down for whatever +There are few things that's forever, my lady +We can make war or make babies +Back when I was nothin' +You made a brother feel like he was somethin' +That's why I'm with you to this day, boo, no frontin' +Even when the skies were gray +You would rub me on my back and say, "Baby, it'll be okay" +Now that's real to a brother like me, baby +Never ever give my pussy away, and keep it tight, a'ight +And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live +In a phat-ass crib with thousands of kids +Word life, you don't need a ring to be my wife +Just be there for me and I'ma make sure we +Be livin' in the fuckin' lap of luxury +I'm realizin' that you didn't have to fuck wit' me +But you did, now I'm goin' all out, kid +And I got mad love to give +You my nigga +[Chorus: Mary J. Blige] +You're all (You're all) +I need (Oh oh) +To get by (You're all) +Ahh (All I need) +You're all (You're all) +I need (Oh oh) +To get by (All I need) +Ahh (All I need) +[Verse 2: Method Man & Mary J. Blige] +I got a love jones for your body and your skin tone +Five minutes alone, I'm already on the bone +Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own +No need to shop around you got the good shit at home +Even if I'm locked up North you in the world +Rockin' three-fourths of cloth, never showin' your stuff off, boo +It be true, me for you, that's how it is +I can be your Noah, you can be my Wiz +Then I could be your sun, you can be my earth +Resurrect the god through birth, best believe +[Bridge: Method Man & Mary J. Blige] +You're all that I need, I'll be there for you +If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real wit' you +Lovin' your whole steez, it be in there, boo +On top of that, you got the good power-U +You're all that I need, I'll be there for you +If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real wit' you +Lovin' your whole steez, it be in there, boo +On top of that, you got the good power-U +(You're all ... I need ... to get by ... ahh) +[Chorus: Mary J. Blige] +You're all (You're all) +I need (All I need) +To get by (Yeah yeah) +Ahh (Ooh) +You're all (You're all) +I need (All I need) +To get by (To get by) +Ahh (Ahh) +You're all (You're all) +I need (All I need) +To get by +Ahh (You're all) +You're all (You're all) +I need (Oh) +To get by (All I need) +Ahh (All I need) +You're all +I need (Oh oh) +To get by (You're all) +Ahh (All I need) +You're all (You're all) +I need (Oh) +To get by +Ahh + +Tim Westwood Freestyle[Intro: Kanye West (Tim Westwood)] +Doesn't get much better than that (Nah!) +So unfair, so.. unfair advantage +(Yo, it doesn't feel much better than that) +[Verse 1: Kanye West] +It's the dream, it's Kobe and Jordan on the same team +In the best prime of their game and the same Kanye +You know the name and it's not pronounced Kane +And every time, you know I spit that flame +Ayo we gettin' out our dreams, gettin' out our dreams +And we gonna buy some things, and we got him out of Queens +Talkin' 'bout my man Consequence, once for the Tribe +Talkin' 'bout my man GLC and now he's around +Talkin' 'bout John Legend, take 'em all the way to Heaven +Speakin' of Heaven, Common speaks the heavenly words +The nouns and verbs and whatever you heard +Whatever synonym, we killin' 'em, everybody feelin' him +The people's choice, the people's champ like Paul Wall +All haters, I gotta say fuck all y'all +No, I won't waste my energy no more +I have to be more concerned about Sierra Leone +I'm talkin' 'bout people that's dyin' for diamonds +And the way that uh +They got uh, capa +What I want to say, monopoly over the country +And every time you say somethin' people act funky +The diamond industry want me, they say I'm bringin' out the bad +What I want, people to stop buyin' diamonds? +No, I want everybody to stop lyin' +They say conflicts is only one percent, and look at all the money rappers spent +We throw the diamonds in the screen, nah mean? +But it affects the families cause people is dyin' for these things +I mean in the diamond rivers they'll mine all day +And might only get paid two cups of rice a day +Is this the price to pay for the icy way? +We like to floss away, even your boy 'Ye +With my Jesus piece, I gave diamonds to my niece +If I had a brother, Kanye, Common made "I Used to Love H.E.R." +Used to love her and I still do, lyrically I kill you +Dog I don't feel you, your style is like mildew +Real old, I'm real cold, listen to this beat, real soul +Your style is real old, dollar bill fold +Stackin' money ain't funny, and I'm out in UK +And I ask 'em who's the best, and they say "you K" +Ooh way ooh way +Yeah I feel it and I gotta kick it off the top of the dome +Microphone controller, that's an M.C., it's in me +I can lead a crowd, I went to your show, it's empty +Go to my shit, it's sold out, every single seat +Every time I drop, because like Shaq, I bring the heat +And anybody that freestyle on the level that I do +Should be winnin' Grammys too +So if you do it like me, you can do it like this +And uh, they say I'm a teacher like the one called Kris +That's KRS but nah it's Kanye West +And every time I spit the rhymes, uh straight off the flesh +I could bring it down to the bone straight from the heart +And from the heart is where I did it 'fore I ever chart +And then I spit it, we get it, we did it, we do it a lot +Kanye spit it, we do it, we makin' it hot +I got patterns like Saturn, the rings, the rings +Uh, Gold Digger, that's the single, the single +Gotta hit the club just to mingle, to mingle +Why you all in my face? I'm tryna do my thing dude +Back off, I'll have Barry smack the fuck out of you +Everybody wanna know what they can get out you +Aww here's my demo, dawg, here's my group +Dawg, please back me up, you're heated up, you're soup +Y'all gassed, I passed, I flow, I rhyme +I'm uh, that's the way, that yah boy gotta shine +Straight from the Chi city, everybody ride with me +And you see the same questions and I gotta teach the lesson +This some, this some sick freestylin', I hear you're readin' it +I gotta keep goin' cause y'all fans, y'all needin' it +Uh, you say I'm too high like I smoke weed in it +And they say "he arrogant, he's always conceited, shit" +Well what you want from me? Y'all just can't stop me +You could look in my pants and tell that I'm cocky +[Bridge 1: Kanye West (Tim Westwood)] +(Laughing) +(Oh my God, Oh my God) +(Damn) Yeah +We back, we back like we ever left, huh +(Crazy!) +Like we ever left, huh, like we e', like we ever left, huh +Like we ever left, uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah +[Verse 2: Kanye West] +Can I get an encore, do you want more? +Kanye on the Westwood Tour +Chillin' with Westwood +Go to Chicago, that's Kanye West's hood +And the label called G.O.O.D +Should I holla at these bitches? You should +You might need one, you might need one +You might fuck one +If you eat out like McDonald's +I ain't no clown like Ronald +Uh, more like Donald +Trump, with the way I get it crunk +Like my man Lil Jon, but call him Lil Kan' +He all the same, flow like Lil Wayne on Tha Carter +And I'm signed to the Carter faculty +'Cause the Roc is in back of me +Actually, that look like stacks to me +Ch-ching, ch-ching +Yah nahmean, yah nahmean, I'm doin' my thing +Out in U.K., London +And they call me number one +Japan, you're number one +That's Ichiban +And I learned that from KRS-One +Won once again like One +Like Puff, my friend, and One +One, give me one of them +Talkin' 'bout one drink, one hand +One cup of Henny, one cup of Hypno +If you ran out of it, yo, you got to get more +And I might sip slow but I never sip Mo +I sip Cris-o, Cris-y-Cris +And I gotta break it down like Missy Miss +She had the "hee hee, who got the keys?" +You don't need that if you got the no start V +Where you push the button, that ain't nothin' +All y'all talkin' somethin', y'all stay frontin' +Kanye dropped the beats to get 'em jumpin' +Lucifer, top of the morning to yah +Cheerio, hit up the flow, bring it back, oh +From Chicago, uh +And I'm rockin' the Dolce Gabbana +Fashionable persona +GQ, who knew he'd be the flyest? +Like T.W.A.C.W.K +K.A.N.Y W.E.S.T +Be the B.E.S.T +[Bridge 2: Kanye West (Tim Westwood)] +You know, I'mma stop it right there +(Laughs) I just, I just feel like +I 'on't know if I feel like rappin' right now +(Oh my God!) +I got raps for yah, uh huh +I got raps for yah +I got, uh, I got raps for yah +We goin' to mass today, we have to pray +Besides what the pastor say +Uh, uh +I 'on't know, I 'on't know what +I got so many joints right know, runnin' through my head +I 'on't even know what to yeah +What should, what should I spit? +I could just freestyle off of these messages +Please can you tell +Okay this is a girl writin' this +Please can you tell my uh, boyfriend Danny +That I love him loads, with all my heart +And I can't wait to see him tomorrow +[Verse 3: Kanye West] +She can't wait to see you tomorrow Danny +She love you, mhmm +You know what that mean? +You gonna get some +I wonder if she gon' be wearin' one of those tight outfits +And you know that I like that shit +I ain't sayin' I ever met her but come on +You must be pimpin' and you ain't sweat her, you know? +She writin' you on one of these hip-hop shows +Made me wonder if she's a hip-hop ho +No disrespect, you know +I don't know you so +I will not disrespect, so don't please press eject +On the tape cassette, and don't knock it out of your decks +So with much respect, obliged, when I rhyme +Sometimes some things just pop out, sometimes +I must be a, I forgot the medical name +Not a narcoleptic that be sleepin' +How people was sleepin' when I made it deeper +And I gotta be creepin' cause you know they didn't peep it +Uh, they call me Rockafella's best little secret +Uh, I got the beats for the Jeep +When people used to rock Amigo's and Suzuki's +And the Isuzu's, this the way you flow +Do flow, aye yo you just like Menudo +Played out about mad years ago +And uh, I could rock off the top, I got years of flow +I got so many albums to go, at least about seven +Jesus Walks had me all the way +Thought I was gon' rhyme that, no you didn't time that +Yo that's where the line's at +Look at my shows, look how long that the line's at +All the way to the back, sold out, one night +That's the way it is when you done it right +Take time to drop a album, don't just be buyin' beats from everybody +Cause everybody ain't got it, I got it +I get it, I only give it to those who really live it +Like Jay-Z, the Game, and my dogs that really did it +Like Kweli, like Common, like dudes that really spit it +I'm talkin' 'bout they go onto the radio and hit it +And as far as makin' your songs, it's all wrong +You be doin' everything that everybody else is on +Man, I'mma break it down, let me take it down +Here goes the instructions on how to not say nothin' +Look, you take the crack concept +And you do that 'til it's all dead and gone, you do it all wrong +Now uh, you take the car concept +And I see it every video, every single place I go +Same shit +[Bridge 3: Kanye West (Tim Westwood)] +Man you know the beat ran out on me +I was gonna, I was gonna, I was gonna break down +(That was mean, that was mean!) I was gonna break down to people +Exactly how to make the good song and the good album for a change +(Let's go, let's go, let's go!) +[Verse 4: Kanye West] +First of all, what you need's a beat from me +If you can't get a beat from me, get a beat from your guy +He'll prolly do it for free +And if he do it like [?] he'll prolly do it for E +And if he do [?], he'll prolly do it for skeet +Yo, yo-yo, yo-yo-yo, you gotta bring with your flow +You gotta take it on-beat and off-beat +And don't rap on no fuckin' soft beats +You know that real hard shit, regardless, I played my part in this +Like, this Corner beat, this what you want when you want a beat +And that's when you really is gonna be +A hip-hop legend like Kan, like Kan +Like, of course the Louis Vuitton, 'ton, don, don +If I do say so, myself +And I do all the time, every rhyme +Cause I'm, I'm feelin' myself +And if you was me, you'd be feelin' yourself, you see +If you out in London, you just hopped on a plane +And you just came out of the bathroom, you just got you some brain +Uh, you doin' your thing +And plus you flossin' that Rocafella chain +Aye yo, you know you let Kan spit on 'em +I'm rockin' the Rocafella chain with no conflicts on 'em +Oh, oh +Now let me bring it back to the flow, flow +And how you make the album and you make some dough, dough +Get you a good manager cause your manager'll fuck your game up +Fuck your name up +And uh, if you've been runnin' to a [?] +Trade your chain for some studio time +See a lot of people be flossin' before they get a chance to +A lot of people want club records they wanna dance to +A lot of people want basslines, they will enhance you +Bass in the club is good too, what you should do +Is prolly get a single like Alicia Keys +And if you don't know her, holla at Alicia please +You know one of 'em light skin bitches with the braids +Actin' like they got it made +[?] you give a dawg with a fade +You get somebody that's weak, you get somebody that you know can't flow +And you rap before him, and let him go +And people gon' be like well least you was better than dude +And [?] I don't mean to be rude +And another thing you can do +If you could channel the spirits like I channel +I'm not talkin' 'bout lightin' candles, I'm not talkin' sayonce +I'm talkin' 'bout talkin' to God, I mean just like once +What I do before I rhyme, every day is I pray +I pray to God that he make these songs in a certain way +I let him speak through me, through the beats, through the music +I mean, sometimes I go into the booth and lose it +I mean, I know he speakin' when I freak it in it a way +That I coulda never thought of somethin' better to say +So, our father, who art up above us +I know any time we fuck, you still love us +Like when I'm cursin' in my verses and I even do, what's worse is +When I'm spendin' too much, spendin' on purses +And shoes for my girl when I should be helpin' the world +Give back to the charity, he still don't embarrass me +He still let me be, He still keep it real +See that's the thing about humans, we got free will +See the angels gotta do exactly what God want 'em to do +God is still with you, even when we don't do +So, follow the path, follow the laws +Follow the reason, the reasons why it's wrong +You never heard a freestyle like this before-'fore +And I know that hip-hop fans want more +[Outro: Kanye West] +Westwood, what's good +Holla at your boy, Kanye the Louis Vuitton Don +The Roca stay, buildin' +Yeah, it's G.O.O.D. Music baby +After you freestyle like that you just talk shit for about eight minutes + +Hot (Ratatat remix)[Missy] +This is an old school Missy exclusive +[Verse 1] +Look I ain't on no ra-ra shit +You dont wanna test how far Miss get +Me and Tim's cars got kits +But we don't drive around trying to prove you shit +Everyone trying to be that bitch +But there can only be one bitch, make hits +I know I must make y'all sick +Cuz Everytime I spit you beg to quit +I used to drive a six +And now I drive a mercala gold and shit +On the plush gold seats to sit +And I own my own click +Man I must admit +And my S is it +Misdemeanor have you seen she the best it get +And those who try to test this chick +Where they at right now in peace restinin' +[Chorus] +If you broke +Just say you broke +Cuz' all you blowin up ya ass is some smoke +See we rich folks, we buy boats +And you is a broke bum nigga that's for sure +I know you broke just say you broke +Cuz' all you blowin' out ya is some smoke +Cuz rich folks we buy boats +And you is a broke bum liar that's for sure +[Verse 2] +Yeah boo you know you a joke +Wear a fake Rolex, call it a Ro +Claim you down with so and so +Ya whack on whack, bows I came to throw +I might just let you mop my flo' +Here my autograph take this flick to go +(CHEESE) +Miss don't say no mo' +Cuz you know what I do +And you know what I know +And I dont think so +You dont wanna lose a arm or elbow +If ya broke man just say so +Cuz that bentley that you renting +Man its got to go +Back to the black man sto' +Along with ya weave cop a new afro +Why you wanna make Miss stoop so low +But if you try to test me I just check ya slow +[Chorus] +If you broke +Just say you broke +Cuz' all you blowin up ya ass is some smoke +Cuz we rich folks, we buy boats +And you is a broke bum nigga that's for sure +I know you broke just say you broke +Cuz' all you blowin' out ya is some smoke +Cuz rich folks we buy boats +And you is a broke bum liar that's for sure +[Verse 3] +In old school we used to call out names +But I ain't tryin' to get y'all all my fame +My credit card gonna bring ya pain +To know ya bank account just don't change +No need to wreck ya brains +Trying to see who Missy gon' slain +I roll solo not with a gang +Don't carry guns kick ass wit a chain +Don't let me say it again +Don't carry guns kick ass with a chain +(WHASSSSA) +Like a chinese man +Reverse it +(ti esrever) +Know what I'm saying +[Chorus] +If you broke +Just say you broke +Cuz' all you blowin up ya ass is some smoke +Cuz we rich folks, we buy boats +And you is a broke bum nigga that's for sure +I know you broke just say you broke +Cuz' all you blowin' out ya is some smoke +Cuz rich folks we buy boats +And you is a broke bum liar that's for sure + +Proteck Ya Neck II the Zoo (2020 Remaster)[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] +See let a nigga come through with that bullshit +Any time you pop that shit, nigga +I'ma tell you you can suck a dick, you can suck a pussy +I know, it'll come to what? Say what? +Now I'ma let all you motherfuckers know +See them knows that this is something you can't fuck +Whether you from Brooklyn, whether you from Manhattan +You from Queens, nigga +I don't give a fuck where you be, motherfucker +Where you reside, motherfucker +How you live? How you see? +[Ol' Dirty Bastard] +Sort the stack outs, this one's the blackout +Three-fifty-seven to your mouth, blaow +[Buddha Monk - Brooklyn Zu] +Dirty, can you hear me? Rawness I’m inflicting +It's that G type slang that makes this real sickening +Ignite the styles, I got my hand upon thе trigger +Starts from the smallest and hits thе bigger nigga +[Prodigal Sunn - Sunz of Man] +Yo, straight out the lava by them hell fires +A known mental killer, born thriller, assassin of terror +A hot bloody fatal mixture of carbon and water +Homicidal manslaughter, death is the order +Start the mission, travel like the speed of wind +Through the valley of sin, I step to ville and murdered many men +Serving justice in my vicinity +[Zu Keeper - Brooklyn Zu] +(This is, Brooklyn, Zu) +[Murdoc - Brooklyn Zu] +I get down, I get down, I crack your fucking crown +Lay around and watch some real niggas break ground +I can't shop cause every bro blowing up the spot +Hit rocks and niggas know +[Killah Priest - Sunz of Man] +Yo, niggas grab the mic like the bites of a scorpion +Nervous, that's why the Zu brought me in +Now bring 'em forth, like the tortures at the courts +Before the case begin, first break me in +His brain, and make sure he can't maintain the calmness +Ya harmless, watch how I bomb this +Stage light now appears to be the moon +Now your posse is your fucking platoon +Stale sound just flows through the air +I'm like a ninja, once I send ya cold stares +Then I get furious, imperious, the lyricist with the clearest rhyme +Erupt to deduct your fucking mind +[12 O'Clock - Brooklyn Zu] +Fuck shit up on the hurry-up +Known for burying ducks through more styles than a monk +Warning you chump, brain is out for lunch +Given the power punch, soon to be paid like Donald Trump +Never fall victim to no bitch +Jerked my dick, but still got more hoes than a pimp +And score more points than Shawn Kemp +Keeping powerfully strong like the center on the Knicks +Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut +Ol Dirty Bastard live and uncut +(Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a—) +[Shorty Shit Stain - Brooklyn Zu] +Got more props than the President +My hardcore represent +Blowing niggas back who never had this +'Cause I'm gifted, so you can gift wrap the shit +I'm kicking and send it to your moms for Christmas +And tell her Shorty Shit Stain sent it +Soon to have more green than the Jolly Green Giant +'Cause niggas rap styles just down, it's expired +You should've stayed home instead of picking up a microphone +But if you wanna run on up, like you tough +I call your bluff and blow you down with my hardcore stuff +I shine like twenty-four carat, niggas know +[Ol' Dirty Bastard] +Roll and stroll with the party scene +Nigga wanna know me as Mr. Clean +Wza-wza-wza-wza-Wu-Tang, flip the script and +Test my skill niggas, you're tripping +Drugged up from sniffing, you're the one who's riffing +I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Andy Griffith +Start to flip, slip cause you're slipping +While you sleep I be the God on point, with Scottie Pippen +As I jump on stage, flip rip a show +Strip and rip a ho, way like Bo +Jackson while I'm still taxing maxing +Relaxing sitting back, silly attraction +Again and again when I rock the jam +Wanna see 'em up in the air, throw up your hand +Introducing one-man band in town +It's wild, more the style couldn't stand nigga +When the jump stepped to the center +Of the rhyme inventor, MCs' tormentor +You get dap slapped, across the MC map +Your ass that's your ass on a whore shot +Come on through I black and blue your whole crew +Then I get Rudy with the Hong Kong Phoo' +Ol' Dirty Bastard, MC killer +Money maker, Brooklyn, Shaolin style +That I lay down like tile, then I get higher +[60 Second Assassin - Sunz of Man] +Here comes the ill, type ruffer +Style be untouched I'm leavin' broken down grammars on the pen +Who, who, what? What brings it? Tighter than your anus +Chambers this name is for the deepest trainers +Keep it stainless, steel, on time it is the windmill +Deadly venom kills, at the last of the Sam's Mill +60 Second, nucleus, attack on your set +Hit you with the blast (Yo, close the door) +Shabazz + +Live from 504[Intro] +Dro, fuck with me! (C Gutta!) Yeah +[Verse] +Live from the 504 +It's Mr. Crazy Flow, jumping like a bungee, no rope +Even in the dungeon, I glow; even if it ain't sunny, I glow +If it ain't about money, I go... nowhere—I'm nailed to the floor +Money controls where I go, it is the sail to my boat +And it's going down, it's going down, like there's a whale in the boat +See, you can smell that I smoke, and yep, I sip that lean +You hit me with that combination, it make my eyes bleed +I'm a shark in the water, yep, I swim with the big +So I don't have time to deal with Willie the Squid +L—L—Lilypad niggas, l—l—look at the monster +Y—Y—You don't want to crash, like "La-La-La Bamba" +See it's me, Ronnie, and Terry, and my new drop is berry +Watermelon-plum: just call it "fruit punch" +I'm an old rapper getting new bucks +And all you new rappers, you just new lunch (New lunch) +Flow sick, so sick, need a doc, yes +A creature, monster, like the Loch Ness +I gets hotter by the tock, before I sizzle to death +I just tell the clock, "Gimme a sec" +In the middle of the war—where my enemy at? +I'm running this bitch, like Eric Bieniemy back +'Cause e'ery time I hit a track, I'm like an energy pack +The instruments are crying out, "Where the sympathy at?" +Yeah, if you betting money, baby, him'll be back +Whatever legends look like, bitch, I'm finna be that +I walked right in hip-hop, like, "Where my dinner be at?" +I ate that, and I was like, "Where my dinner be at?" +I hate that women lie, so I lie to them back +Got two bitches in my pants—quiet? Neither them that +A lot of bitches want dick, I give a lot of them that +Let's do a pill, I can fuck you for an hour with that +And to the kids, drugs kill—I'm acknowledging that +But when I'm on a drug, I don't have a problem with that +And my niggas got guns the size of toddlers, biatch +And we aiming right at your fucking collar, biatch—pow!30EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Speech at Harvard Graduate School of DesignSo after walking through here I decided that I wanted to make sure for anyone that didn’t have tickets tonight that you all could have tickets to the show. So anybody who wants to come tonight, you can have tickets for the entire office! +But I just wanted to tell you guys: I really do believe that the world can be saved through design, and everything needs to actually be “architected.” And this is the reason why even some of the first DONDA employees were architects that started designing t-shirts instead of buildings. But just to see the work actually be actualized. +If I sit down and talk to Oprah for 2 hours, the conversation is about realization, self realization, and actually seeing your creativity happen in front of you. So the reason why I turn up so much in interviews is because I’ve tasted what it means to create and be able to impact, and affect in a positive way. +And I know that there’s more creativity to happen. And I know that there’s traditionalists that hold back the good thoughts and there’s people in offices that stop the creative people, and (who) are intimidated by actual good ideas. +I believe that utopia is actually possible—but we’re led by the least noble, the least dignified, the least tasteful, the dumbest, and the most political. So in no way am I a politician—I’m usually at my best politically incorrect and very direct. I really appreciate you guys’ willingness to learn and hone your craft, and not be lazy about creation. +I’m very inspired to be in this space. Tonight, this show, if you come see it—um, I’m a bit self conscious because I’m showing it to architects. So the stage does have flaws in it. It’s an expression of emotion so give me a pass on that. And that’s basically all I have to say so thank you very much. + +Beef[Intro: Notorious B.I.G.] +We here +We ain't going nowhere +[Diddy] +Y'all motherfuckers don't know what beef is +[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.] +Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre +Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G +I put my key you put your key in, money we'll be seeing +Will reach the fucking ceiling, check it +My Calico been cocked, this rap Alfred Hitchcock +Drop top notch playa hating won't stop +This instant, rappers too persistent +Quick to spit Biggie name on shit +Make my name taste like ass when you speak it +See me in the street your jewelry you can keep it +That'll be our little secret +See me B that is, I that is G whiz +Motherfuckers still in my biz +Hope they know my nigga Gutter fucking kidnap kids +Fuck em in the ass, throw em over the bridge +That's how it is, my shit is laid out +Fuck that beef shit, that shit is played out +Y'all got to go, all I make is one phone call +All y'all disapear by tomorrow +All your guns is borrowed, I don't feel sorrow +Actually your man passed the gat to me, now check this +[Hook: Notorious B.I.G.] +What's beef, beef is when you need two gats to go to sleep +Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets +Beef is when I see you +Guaranteed to be in ICU +What's beef, beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep +Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep +Beef is when I see you +Guaranteed to be in ICU +Check it +[Verse 2: Havoc] +I done clapped at the best of them +Been caused the death of them +These dudes don't want no more, shit is affecting them +Tops popped off, them niggas from the bridge +Just be, wildlin' on you line that red dot on you, (take that) +Don't know or warn you, catch them all hogged up +Sober that ass up with clips, the ratchet spit +Number one with the buddhaka, henny-sour diesel +Ain't no telling what I do to ya +It's obvious ma you ain't fucking keep it moving ma +[Prodigy] +Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow they shot 'em in their cars +I wish I was there, I would of shot back all em' +They fire return fire put it right back on em' +Sacrifice myself for you no problem, (no problem) +In the flames I burn for my niggas that's gone +And the niggas that took the hits on my niggas you been warned +P's not the one, Hav not the one +You try to run up on us, we already busting the guns +[Hook] +[Biggie] +They'll be nothin but smooth sailing (talk to em) +When I spit shots, now your crew's bailing (y'all don't know what beef is) +All I got is heat and tough talk for you +Tie you up, cut your balls off just for you +Man this is straight torture, look what that slick shit bought ya (c'mon) +A first class ticket to Lucifer, real name Christopher (yea, Chris) +Watch me set it off like Vivica (c'mon that's right) +Here lies your demise, close your eyes (close your eyes) +Think good thoughts, die while your skin start to glisten +Pale blue hands get cold, your soul's risen (damn) +It's bad cause I just begun +What make the shit real bad I was having fun (hahaha) +[Hook] +[Diddy] +Attention MCs........Attention MCs +Beef doesn't happen on records +Beef does not happen on records +You don't know what beef is, (you don't know what beef is) +You don't want no beef you fucking fake studio ass gangsta +Rapping motherfuckers!, (c'mon man) +Fuck outta here!, (fuck outta here) +Beef is B.I.G. not being here, (b.i.g. we miss you) +Beef is your love ones not being here, (we miss you) +Beef is every so-called ghetto superstar that rose +To the top and dropped just as quickly, (that's beef) +On some bullshit +What's beef 2006? +What's beef (that's beef) +Y'all motherfuckers don't know what beef is, (that's beef) +Fuck all y'all (bitches) +Bad Boy Bitch we still hereEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Alone Time[Intro] +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +(That-that-that-that-that-that be Maaly Raw) +Middle fingers to my enemies, I hope you die +Middle fingers to my enemies, I hope you die +[Chorus] +All these diamonds on my teeth is why I talk like this +Money in my pocket why I walk like this +All this money in my pocket why she stalk like this +I be Rick Owens steppin', better guard your bitch +I already bought your bitch +We did everything, I already bought your bitch +Like, this the way I rage on some rockstar shit (Raindrops) +Ayy, rockstar shit +Ayy, rockstar shit, ayy +[Verse 1] +Sharing all these bitches with my bros +All these bitches out here, they be hoes +In the kitchen and they whippin' stoves +With my bitches and they toting poles +I just fucked me like 10 hoes +Stay down with my ten toes +Sharing all my money with my kinfolk +I am so done with the Kenzo jump in Benzo (uh yeah) +Um, rest in peace to Speaker Knockerz +Got your bitch all on my arm +Like, Lil Uzi he just be wildin' +He got like all of these options, yeah +My new bitch she is a vegan +I just be counting this broccoli +Yah, we got them choppers on choppers +Ain't nobody gonna stop us +I just be lightin the gas, yah +Sometimes I’m lit with the booth, yah +That bitch like oh where the tool, yah +She just be gone off the boot, yah +Like Rick Owens all on my shoes, yah +Feel like MJ with the moves, yah +Fucking your bitch with my goons, yah +Leave her wet like the pool, yah +[Chorus] +All these diamonds on my teeth is why I talk like this +Money in my pocket why I walk like this +All this money in my pocket why she stalk like this +I be Rick Owens steppin', better guard your bitch +I already bought your bitch +We did everything, I already bought your bitch +Like, this the way I rage on some rockstar shit (Raindrops) +Ayy, rockstar shit +Ayy, rockstar shit +[Verse 2] +All these diamonds in my mouth is why I talk like this +Hundred fifty thousand why I walk like this +Yeah kick my little shit with a rockstar bitch +Yeah turn her right around and give her rockstar dick +That is not your bitch +We be going hard to ignite your bitch +Pass her right to the squad and they bite your bitch +Make her slob on my knob like a ho, like the whole Three 6 +On the real, I don't even like your bitch +Ask squad, one night your bitch +Long dick and I'mma pipe your bitch +Long dick and I'mma pipe your bitch +Same money don't even excite that bitch +Friend zone, I don't even like that bitch +10 hoes, on the real life's so lit +Number one rule, should've never wife'd that bitch +[Chorus] +All these diamonds on my teeth is why I talk like this +Money in my pocket why I walk like this +All this money in my pocket why she stalk like this +I be Rick Owens steppin', better guard your bitch +I already bought your bitch +We did everything, I already bought your bitch +Like, this the way I rage on some rockstar shit (Raindrops) +Ayy, rockstar shit +Ayy, rockstar shit30EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +What’s Wrong with Them[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Life on the rocks +Too hard to swallow +So we get high till it feel like the sky low +Ya’ll boys just a bunch of pussy cats, Milo +Money is the song +Pockets on high note +Do Re Mi Fa So +I rock like a fossil +Big boss shit, Paul Castellano +Shoot your ass up, now crawl out the condo +That's that nine nigga ughh, Rondo +Sleeping with the enemy, so I fuck the world +To Miss Louise Anna, the sweetest southern girl +The sweetest southern girl, sweetest southern girl +[Refrain: Nicki Minaj] +This is times up +Put your signs up +They done picked my dude +Out the line up +Baby what the fuck is wrong with them +What the fuck is wrong with them +You see many you call +Very few are chosen +Looking at the wall +You can feel them close in +Baby what the fuck is wrong with them +What the fuck is wrong with them +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Mind over matter, money over all +The world is on my shoulders +Should I dust my shoulders off? +Uzi rat-a-tatter, knocking over walls +Fuck the bullshit but just don’t fuck it raw +Man pussy has a pattern and I know where I’m going +And if you got beef I turn it to a tenderloin +Sanity kills so I live the crazy life +I wonder if they'll pay attention if I change the price +Life is my wife, till death do us part +Man I’m fly as fuck, you ain't even next to depart +Quick draw McGraw, I hope you like art +[Refrain] +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Stepping on the bullshit, you can be my doormat +Y’all ain't going nowhere with that hating shit, four flat +Disrespectful on the beat, Borat +Fuck the system and the pussy wasn’t all that +Yeah, now time’s getting shorter +Red Light on your head like a fucking recorder now +Don't you cross me, you do better crossing the border +So much money piled up, I’m a motherfucking hoarder +[Refrain]4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Off The Shits[Chorus: Lil Durk] +My pockets put a couple bands on my wrist +Got my own shit, ain't gotta put on for the shits +A lot of bitches choosin' 'cause they like the team I'm with +These niggas think I'm losin' but I'm really off the shits +I be off the shits, I really be off the shits +I be off the shits, I really be off the shits +A lot of niggas losing but they don't be off the shits +A lot of bitches choosin' 'cause they don't be off the shits +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +Niggas fuck with that lean shit, I really be off of that lean shit +I could say what I rap 'cause niggas know I be with that street shit +Couple of them flex got me pouring up that reject +Got me up high on the moon, tweakin' like I'm ET +Call one of them hittas up, put me one of them hittas up +Then slide to the factory, make all the bitches come chill with us +Got all the purp', sip all the syrup, got me movin' slow as her +Be cool before you be allowed to share +I won but you see a lot of Durk +They copy me, don't copy me, a lot of niggas be mockin' me +I'm on one, ain't no stopping me +It's been one 'cause we got the streets +LeBron, you could bring the heat +I'm on one, ain't no stoppin' me +It's been one 'cause we got the streets +LeBron, you could bring the heat +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +My pockets put a couple bands on my wrist +Got my own shit, ain't gotta put on for the shits +A lot of bitches choosin' 'cause they like the team I'm with +These niggas think I'm losin' but I'm really off the shits +I be off the shits, I really be off the shits +I be off the shits, I really be off the shits +A lot of niggas losing but they don't be off the shits +A lot of bitches choosin' 'cause they don't be off the shits +[Verse 2: Lil Reese] +Stop playing, boy, I'm off the shits, eyes bloodshot red, I'm on that viking shit +OTF, O-Block, Lamron, 3hunna, stop playin', boy, we been in this shit +Off one, off two, 02, 03, young nigga straight doing out hits +Kick a nigga door face on the floor, everybody on the block thirsty, trying to hit licks +Got the shit and my couple Louis belts hold me up, lil' nigga, catch how we do this +Off a flat, now I'm flying like a bitch, never trust a bitch so she gon' do dicks +OTF to the grave, boy, I gotta get paid for that bread I'm goin' hard like Ace +Kush too strong, kush my face, can't be broke, so the paper I chase +Run up in the spot, we gon' take the whole safe +Don't come back 'cause the shit ain't safe +Knock a nigga down have my mans steal the case, tough gettin' around the block with an eighth +On the block, yeah, you know I gotta move weight +My name hold weight so there's guns in this place +My name hold weight so there's guns in this place +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +My pockets put a couple bands on my wrist +Got my own shit, ain't gotta put on for the shits +A lot of bitches choosin' 'cause they like the team I'm with +These niggas think I'm losin' but I'm really off the shits +I be off the shits, I really be off the shits +I be off the shits, I really be off the shits +A lot of niggas losing but they don't be off the shits +A lot of bitches choosin' 'cause they don't be off the shits4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Can You Hear Me[Intro: Diane Haughton phone call] +Missy it's Diane +Here's the information for the +Where you can send the flowers to +The florist for Aaliyah +I'll give you the phone number +In case you need it +Okay Missy, take of yourself +I love you +I love you, bye bye +[Verse 1: Missy Elliott] +I been checkin' on your moms and dad (uh) +And your brother since the day you left (left) +Passed on and went away with God (uh) +But for your momma its been so damn hard +I hate to even hear her cry (cry) +Aaliyah she asked me why (why) +Would her baby girl go this way (oh) +Can you give me better words to say +[Chorus 1: Missy] +Come one day she'll see you again +With the same ol' beatiful smile +Long hair and the voice of a hummin' bird +You'll be singing them same ol' songs +Aaliyah can you hear me +I hope that you're proud of me +Me and Tim we been doin' our thing +But its never been the same since you had to go +I ain't never met a friend more incredible +Ohhh... +[Verse 2: Chilli] +I know you're in real good hands +With God but damn I miss you +Aaliyah if you see Left Eye +Will you +Tell her me and 'Boz miss her too +Cuz no one's gonna fill her space (uh uh) +T-C, L not replaced +All the reasons we learned to love (love) +Fly high wit' your 22 doves +[Chorus 2: TLC & Missy] +One day we'll see her again +With the same ol' beautiful smile +Crazy but sexy cool +And she'll be rappin' them same ol' songs +Lisa can you hear me +We hope that you're proud of us +TLC has come a long way +But its never been the same since you had to go +Cuz the healin' process will be long and slow +Yeah +[Verse 3: Missy Elliott, Chilli] +Aaliyah I know you're in a safer place +You're face to face with the creator and our maker +And if you and Left Eye happen to chat +Tell her me and Tionne we know she's much safer +If you see Biggie smalls up in the clouds +Tell him he's still the illest emcee we had around +2Pac there is only one, Big Pun R.I.P +We say one (one yeah yeah) +[Chorus 3: Missy & TLC] +One day we'll see y'all again +With the same ol' beautiful smiles +All styles so many styles +And y'all be doin' the same old things +The last time we seen ya +We hope y'all can change the world +Let 'em see how short life be +It will never be the same since ya had to go +To the music world y'all are incredible +[Outro: Chili] +Yeah yeah yeah yeah +Yeah yeah yeah +Yeah yeah yeah yeah +Yeah yeah yeah + +White Linen Affair (Toney Awards){*skit plays for first minute or so of track*} +[Ghostface Killah] +Congratulations, we have refreshments and glass bracelets +Avian water's ya choice, put ice +I'm missing a g-note, fixed price +But the only thing fixed, is the holes that we put in the dice +Rocks is okay, my voice is extraordinaire +The man that scrapped with lions, hiberated with polar bears +Hope I don't play with baking soda in my older years +Mantles'll sit up like hill, I'd have to fold my beard +Check one, two, Sonny, tell Bob to dim the lights up +You see the studs, I want the red strobe to hit it right +Stones are screaming, hot lattes, the rosees +My robes is a murder statement, you fucking with rode rage +Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls +Children of all ages, I pack metal like braces +Snap of the fingers, bitches fighting over my paper +Y'all need to chill, sit the fuck down and fix ya makeup +Ghost is ya host, so allow me, hand me ya coats +Bentley Farnsworth, will check them proudly +We got D-Block, Wu-Tang, Jay-Z and Nas +Also performing 50 Cent, Terror Squad +From the top, we have the great Luda, Jeezy and Wayne +T.I., Rick Ross, Rich Boy, Snoop and The Game +And for my ladies, we have, Ne-Yo with Usher +Y'all have a seat, we be right back, mothafucka... +[Interlude: Shawn Wigs] +Come on, this commercial break's almost over +OutKast, M.J.G., you're at Talib's table +Fab, U.G.K., table seven, let's go, come on +Yo, Beans, Toney said "Good looking on that haze" +Commercial, come on, let's go, guys... +Coming back in, five, four, three, two, one... +[Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, check out my band playing, Rhythm Roots Allstars +They play for DipSet, E-40, Lil' Jon, Jennifer Hudson and Norah Jones +Mary J. Blige, with her shades on, I could tell by her stones +On the left, we have Lenny Kravitz, Puffy, Pharrell, Bus +Keith Murray, Redman, hitting that double Dutch +What an event, peace to Denzel +Give this man a round of applause, he do it so well {*applause*} +[Interlude: Ghostface Killah (Shawn Wigs)] +Ladies and gents, ladies and gents... +Alright, alright, have a seat, have a seat... +Without further adiou, he needs no introduction +He is my co-host... Shawn Ripple! +(Alright, is this thing on? Eh, eh, sweetheart, come here +Got a hundred dollar bill tattooed on my cock +Heard you like to... blow money... hahaha) +[Shawn Wigs] +It was amazing, I seen Robin Thicke and Robin Leech +Robin Givens, Robin Williams and Meryl Streep +A real award show, there's Kanye West +Pamela Anderson, and she brought both of them breasts +Paris Hilton and Lindsay, holding down Britney's skirt +No more free looks, you gotta put in work +To get a glimpse, seen Don Juan with all of his pimps +And they hoes on they side, sipping they four-fives +And Billy Dean... +[Ghostface Killah] +Excuse me, have you seen Alicia Keys? +Tell her the limo's outside, she's bouncing with me +The Don, y'all rappers don't steal my ash trays +My coat hangers is diamonded out like my last gates +Superhead, gave the low scoop to Halle +She said, before Whitney, she was fucking with Bobby +Mos Def, The Roots, Common and Nelly +Ice Cube, Dr. Dre, Three 6 Maf', yo, and she fucked O.J... word? + +Love EveryonePoopi scoop + +Hot Revolver (Album Version)[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +She's askin' "do you have the time +To listen to me whine?" +She's askin', "who's on the other line?" +You diss me everytime +I tell her, baby I'm a star, shit, I'm above the stars +And now, I done got so high, I done forgotten who you are +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +I tell her +I'm in love with you +But I can't be with you +Tomorrow I'll be back up on the first flight +Right up out of town +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Hop back in my spaceship +Girl, I gotta drop your ass off +Cause I just come to take it +Then you know I gotta take off +But I'mma be here next week +So call your company and take off +Cause she say "Wayne you ain't shit +You got me all impatient" +Cry me a river +I can hear my conscience while I sail off +[Hook: Dre] +Boy you got a problem +And you ain't foolin' no one but yourself +You're like a hot revolver +But you ain't killin' no one but yourself +And soon she's gonna find someone to love +And you gon find yourself, so all alone +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +One minute she love me, the next minute she hate me +That's two minutes of my time she done wasted +She say she pray she have Weezy F's baby +And I be having seizures, but she say she can't shake me +And my homies say she's cuter than my other bitches +And every time I'm in that pussy it feel custom-fitted +I swear I like her more than she think I do +Girl, when I think of you +My dick just start to jumpin' like a fucking kangaroo +I suck and fuck and finger you +But you want me to cling to you +And I ain't asking you to change +Cause I know I can't jingle you +I got my ways... +And you have your days... +And we gave it our best shot +But I just got grazed +I'm sorry +[Hook]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Gotta Find a Way[Intro: Born Divine (Cappadonna)] +Yeah, for my peoples in the struggle (what it do, yeah) +East to west, worldwide (come on, Fat Albert, the slick hat) +Yeah, we love it (hold on to my bracelet) +[Born Divine] +I gotta find a way like grandpops with six kids +Through the jungle, like them old heads, doing life bids +Cuz life is, both destiny and karma +[Cappadonna] +I keep beefing with my baby momma +And foul jakes to, giving me drama +All my life, yo, it's nothing but problems +[Born Divine] +So I gotta find a way to solve 'em +Remove the stress from my brain +Cuz there's gotta be a better way +To maintain the hit on the block, pushing cocaine +[Cappadonna] +Cracks and all that, I gotta find a way to fall back +My ribs is touching til my record label call back +[Born Divine] +So I work and focus hard and try to stay on track +With a bullshit security job and CDs in my backpack +[Cappadonna] +Bags of dope up in my ass crack, earth is in the backroom +Broke vacuum, I smoke my moon +It's the Better Life Movement, coming soon, uh +Return of the Pillage +[Chorus: MPM] +I love my babies, I love my ladies +What love is this, for money +Streets shot, police on blocks +Keep hot, I love money +[Cappadonna] +Shit on my new kicks, dirt on my Yankee fitted +We in the cock pitted, it's broke windows, on the whip, man, the cops did it +Gotta find a way or else the block's gon' get it +[Born Divine] +The weapons on my coat smelling like weed smoke +Sippin' like Bacardi Gold like the fork in the road +Noodles in the pot on the stove, been walking these feet +With years, look at my wounds +In the gutter, still paying my dues +[Cappadonna] +Return of the Pillage +Garbage cans, squeezing the box +Raccoons be at the door, they live with a fox +Incense be burning hard, for the smell of the socks +We on the rooftops, looking for cops +Half a gallon of milk and a box of Pops +What up, ock? +[Hook: MPM] +Ya'll don't see what I see +Sometimes you misunderstood me +The dramatic cross street blues +Let a lot, see my dues +[Outro: Cappadonna] +Ain't no characteristics in this shit (baseball hat, baseball hat) +Straight bongo, my doola, it's the foundationEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +The Genesis (Live)[Orchestral Intro] +[Nas] +Nas too real, Nas true king +Nas too real, Nas true king +Nas too real, Nas true king +[Orchestral solo] +[Nas] +Nas too real, Nas true king +[Nas] +Nas too real, Nas true king +[Spoken: Nas] +DC! +Yeah +Turn my mike up, yes +So good to be here tonight with you! +[Nas] +Nas too real, Nas true king +[Spoken: Nas] +Yes +[Nas] +Nas too real, Nas true king +[Spoken: Nas] +This feels good right here +You look good out hereEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Stronger (Original Unreleased Version)[Hook] +Th-Th-The League Crew +N-now th-that that don't kill me +Can only make me stronger +I need you to hurry up now +Cause I can't wait much longer +I know I got to be right now +Cause I can't get much wronger +Man I've been waiting all night now (Commissioner!) +That's how long I been on ya (Terry Urban) +(I need you right now!) +[Verse 1] +When the fast life takes its tole +That act right makes everything slow +Them black lights make everything glow +One of those nights where everything goes +Everybody goes through something +People be talking to you like you nothing +Then you be like bitch I'm me +Then your boss be like bitch then leave +You covered up your tats too long with them sleeves +You've gotta hit the club let the real you breathe +Would you believe, you'll never shine if you're not seen +So get all in they face like Noxzema +I know you mesmerized about that ass in them jeans +Please don't hit that raw, it's not clean +Please don't forget that all when it seems +[Hook] +N-now th-that that don't kill me +Can only make me stronger +I need you to hurry up now +Cause I can't wait much longer +I know I got to be right now +Cause I can't get much wronger +Man I've been waiting all night now +That's how long I been on ya +(I need you right now!) +[Verse 2] +Let's get lost tonight +You could be my black Kate Moss tonight +Play secretary, I'm the boss tonight +And you don't give a fuck what they all say, right? +Awesome, the Christian in Christian Dior +Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore +I ask, cause I'm not sure +Do anybody make real shit anymore? +Bow in the presence of greatness +Cause right now thou hast forsaken us +You should be honored by my lateness +That I would even show up to this fake shit +So go ahead, go nuts, go apeshit +'Specially in my Pastel, on my Bape shit +Act like you can't tell who made this +New Gospel homie, take 6, and take this, haters +[Hook] +[Verse 3] +I don't know if you got a man or not +If you made plans or not +If God put me in ya plans or not +I'm tripping, this drink got me saying a lot +But I know that God put you in front of me +So how the hell could you front on me? +There's a thousand yous, there's only one of me +I'm tripping, I'm caught up in the moment, right? +Cause it's Louis Vuitton Don night +So we gon' do everything that Kan like +Heard they'd do anything for a Klondike +Well, I'd do anything for a blonde dyke +And she'll do anything for the limelight +And we'll do anything when the time's right +Uh, baby you're makin' it +(Harder, better, faster, stronger) +[Hook] +[Outro] +You know how long I've been on ya +Since Prince was on Apollonia +Since O.J. had Isotoners +Don't act like I never told ya + +Bring Da Ruckus (Demo Version)[Intro: RZA] +Bring da bring da muthafucking ruckus +En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style +[Hook: RZA] +Bring da motherfuckin ruckus +Bring da motherfuckin ruckus +Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin ruckus +Bring da motherfuckin ruckus +[Verse 1: Raekwon] +Something new from my real live raps and so catch this +While I kick a verse like chapters +I'm all of that, proceed with the militant act +With the rugged Timberlands or with boots that's black +But on the real, I'm cold like blue steel +Out to catch a hit and make a mill, chill +Maintain yourself Black, you're strapping all of that +But you ain't got shit in this shack Jack +That's my word, I'm used to beef and I can eat it mad raw +And pick it out my gold teeth +But yo back to the subject, Wu's trying to get wrecked yo +Pass the weed thru your shit god mic check, need a little meth yo +True, back to me flipping you and your so called zoo +You got nothing on a nigga from Staten +A drunk monk, smoking mad skunk and stacking +I didn't need rap shit to get me on, I was a crimey +Driving a Benz hearing my man's song +And when shit gone broke out, everybody got smoked out +And cops drove the wrong route +Don't act evil and possess to hurt me +Forty guns be flowing in your face +Who wants some? +[Hook: RZA] +Bring da motherfuckin ruckus +Bring da motherfuckin ruckus +Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin ruckus +Bring da motherfuckin ruckus +[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] +I rip it hardcore, like porno-flick bitches +I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits +Check it, my method on the microphone's banging +Wu-Tang slang'll leave the microphone hanging +Bust this, I'm kicking like Segall, Out for Justice +The roughness, yes the rudeness, ruckus +Redrum I verbally assault with the tongue +Murder one, my style shot your knot like a stun-gun +I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness +Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown +By this nasty ass nigga with my nigga, the RZA +Charged like a bull and got pull like a trigger +So bad, stabbing up the pad with the vocab, crab +I scream on your ass like your dad, bring it on +[Hook: RZA] +Bring da motherfuckin ruckus +Bring da motherfuckin ruckus +Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin ruckus +Bring da motherfuckin ruckus +[Verse 4: GZA] +Yo, I'm more rugged than slaveman boots +New recruits, I'm fucking up MC troops +I break loops, and trample shit, while I stomp +A mudhole in that ass, cause I'm straight out the swamp +Creeping up on site, now it's Fright Night +My Wu-Tang slang is mad fucking dangerous +And more deadly than the stroke of an axe +Chopping through your back +Giving bystanders heart-attacks +Niggas try to flip, tell me who is him +I blow up his fuckin prism +Make it a vicious act of terrorism +You wanna bring it, so fuck it +Come on and bring the ruckus +And I provoke niggas to kick buckets +I'm wetting CREAM I ain't wetting fame +Who selling gain I'm giving out a deadly game +It's not the Russian it's the Wu-Tang crushin +Roulette, slip up and get fucked like Suzette +Bring da fuckin ruckus +[Hook: RZA] +Bring da motherfuckin ruckus +Bring da motherfuckin ruckus +Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin ruckus +Bring da motherfuckin ruckus +[Outro: RZA] +Yea, Wu-Tang production, kid +Straight from the 35 Chambers +The Inspectah Deck-sta, Raekwon the Chef +And the RZA-RZA-Ra' +Shout out to my man RNS, Big Mook and Divine +Mr. Hezekiah, Due Lilz, the Ghostface Killah +Ason Unique, yeah, Gka-Gka-Genius +Give it raw, bring da mothafuckin ruckus +Wu-Tang Clan (bring da mothafuckin ruckus)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +47th Annual Grammy Speech[Kanye West] +Y'all might as well get the music ready because this finna' take a while +Umm, When I had my accident I found out at that moment nothing in life is promised except death, +If you had the opportunity to play this game of life +you need to arpeeeciate every moment +a lot of people don't appreciate their moment until it's passed +[Crowd applauds] +[Kanye West] +And then, you got to tell those Al Bundy stories "You remember when I ?" +But, Right now is my time and my moment thanks to the fans, thanks to the accident, thanks to god, thanks to Roc-A-Fella, Jay-Z, Dame Dash, G, my mother, Rhymefest everyone that's helped me +And I plan to celebrate, I plan to celebrate and scream and pop champagne every chance I get becasue i'm at the grammys baby! +[Crowd aplauds] +I know everybody's asking the question, they wanted know "I know he's going to wild out, I know he's going to do something crazy" +Everbody wanted to know what I would do if I didn't win. +[Moment of silence] +[Kanye West] +I guess we'll never know. +[Crowd cheers] + +Foreign[Intro] +Ooh, yeah, huh? (Brr) +Ooh, Lil Pump, Lil Pump (Brr) +Ooh (Yeah!) +[Chorus] +I fuck foreign bitches, I ride foreign cars +I fuck foreign bitches, I ride foreign cars +Bitch, look at my wrist, all you see is stars +I fuck three bitches in one day, off a bar +I ride foreign cars, ooh, I ride foreign cars, ooh +I ride foreign cars, yeah, I ride foreign cars, ooh +Bitch, look at my wrist, all you see is stars +I fuck three bitches in one day, off a bar +[Verse] +Pull up to the strip, ooh, bust down on my wrist, yeah +What's yo' birthday wish? Huh, bitch, come suck my dick, ooh +I don't ask her questions, I'm the youngest flexin' +Lil Pump a blessin', I could teach you lessons +Pull up to a party, ooh, and I'm off a molly, damn +I'ma prolly fuck yo daughter 'cause she hella thottie +Swervin' Maserati's, bitches in the lobby +Bitch, I'm choppin' up a brick like I know karate +[Chorus] +I fuck foreign bitches, I ride foreign cars +I fuck foreign bitches, I ride foreign cars +Bitch, look at my wrist, all you see is stars +I fuck three bitches in one day, off a bar +I ride foreign cars, ooh, I ride foreign cars, ooh +I ride foreign cars, yeah, I ride foreign cars, ooh +Bitch, look at my wrist, all you see is stars +I fuck three bitches in one day, off a bar5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Intro (Beneath the Surface)[Intro] +As untold truths threaten our existence +And reality is cloaked with images of corruption +In the depths of the cavern of the mind comes another jewel +From the man who brought you "Liquid Swords" +The director of "Shadowboxin'", "4th Chamber" and "Cold World" +He now takes you "Beneath the Surface" + +Notorious B.I.G. (remix)(Notorious B.I.G.) +Yo, check it +Call Lil' Cease +Tell that muh'fucker to bring me some muh'fuckin weed for this hospital +Man fuck that +Tell that reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez +And go take about like twenty G's from Gino +Tell that muh'fucker get this nigga next door up out of here +Nigga be snorin all night I can't sleep (hehe) +Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick +(Bad Boy Big, c'mon) +The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery +But the nurses is lovin me +Sayin the best part of the day is my half +Feedin me breakfast, and givin me a sponge bath +Niggas say I died dead in the streets +Nigga I'm gettin high, gettin head on the beach +Chillin, sittin on about half a million +With all my niggas, all my guns, all my women +Next two years, I should see about a billion +All for the love of drug dealin +Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks (fuck them) +Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips (that's right) +All the time, Big Poppa kick the war rhymes +Raw flows, and that's how it goes +(Puff Daddy)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Reunited[Intro] +What what what what what what +You know when the time it is motherfucker +[Hook] +Reunited cause it feels so good +Reunited cause we're understood +There's one perfect thing +And children this one is it +We both we're so excited cause +We're reunited, hey! hey! +[Verse 1] +I'm known on the microphone as the rap professor +Cas-ual dresser, you may dress fresher +The way that I speak this shit is energetic +My physique of meat is quite athletic +Remove all MC's who disapprove +That my funky rhyme article always have the groove +You're jealous over me nigga, you're not a competitor +You're just a donor, I'm the rap editor +Tryin' to rock the mic when you get an appetite +All negative on the mic, I dislike +Try to rock the mic but only will reduce +Try to get loose, you juice as a youth +Not knowin' to yourself that you shall be frozen +I'm the MC warrior, who has been chosen +To rock and shock beats, polite when I recite +Sulfur emcees, you are down right, out right +Tryna be talkative, there's no alternative +Hide until I forgive, this motive +I am unique with the perfected physique +The objective of my rhyme is my own technique +[Hook] +Reunited cause it feels so good +Reunited cause we're understood +There's one perfect thing +And children this one is it +We both we're so excited cause +We're reunited, hey! hey! +[Verse 2] +I maintain the paradise on this Earth +With the shut the fuck up style for what this shit is worth +Watch a nigga catch a purse +Super-hero niggas die +Do my dirt, get away and multiply +You bitches, ya nice guys +Always want bitch, because ya need my bit +I pleased on how I get up on the stage and fuck up the show +Cause nobody can't fuck with me! +Earl!!, from ages, a 100 and down, sacrifice ya baby to the underground +The best kept secret, how does it feel to be +Boxin' in like a skeleton, growin' back ya skin? oaaaaaaaw! +I can't help it if my style is foggy, monster boogie +Get ya high on my patio, all come to see me movie +Bicthes, you're walkin' on my dirt +We ain't sayin nuthin' +I'm in ya ear, make ya blink cold Pert +[Hook] +Reunited cause it feels so good +Reunited cause we're understood +There's one perfect thing +And children this one is it +We both we're so excited cause +We're reunited, hey! hey! +[Outro + Hook] +Yo, I wanna tay give a big shout out to the Wu-Tang Clan +We holdin' it down. YouknowI'msayin? +And I also wanna show mad love to Puffy cause you holdin' it down +Master P, you holdin' it down +KnowI'msayin? Dr.Dre, you holdin' it down +Give Snoop my love, E-40 +MC Eiht, West Coast, word is bond +This is family, I don't give a fuck! +Straight up. It's Dirt Dog, nigga! +Y'all niggas know how the fuck I get down! +KnowI'msayin? I'm here to represent this shit! +KnowImean? I love y'all niggas! +Motherfucker, my stomach hurts! +Bitch, I got to go! +Reunited cause it feels so good +Reunited cause we're understood +There's one perfect thing +And children this one is it +We both we're so excited cause +We're reunited, hey! hey! + +Druglord SuperstarGot a new gig, here you come again kid +Fresh out the dog, done did your bid +But you can't stay here no more +Not in this crib +Not with the foul way that you used to live +I remember you would take long trips on the first of the month +Not giving a fuck about what I want +(Da Brat) +Hey Lyte, fuck that nigga, smoke this shit +Count to ten, it's all good +The day that you left I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed +Cause of your fucking death wish +Broken glass everywhere, cause a motherfucka like you just didn't care +Got my shit shot up, had to buy a new body for my Benz, cause of your wild ass friends +Years ago when you started on the scene, back and forth smuggling shit from Caribbean +It was you and your boy Dunn, making them suicide runs +But it was all in fun till Dunn tried to run with half of your cut +Now your boss is looking at you saying "What the fuck is up?" +What's up? But you say, "Fuck him" you could start your own ring and things +Besides you get a lot of peeps to swing +Now you got eight men working 7 days a week +2 be the runners, 5 on the street +1 be the side kick,, the right hand, you know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the man +They'd kill to be where you are, oh yeah! The druglord superstar... +[Hook: MC Lyte & Da Brat x2] +Sometimes you gotta give a little to get a little +(And other times I get stuck in the middle) +I'm fed up I can't take it no more +(See im bustin' on the next nigga knockin' in my door) +You got a new crib, new truck, new car +Trying to fit in, throwing parties for them big type rap stars +But on the other side of town, shit is getting hot, your man got shot +And they blew up your tree spot, on 125th and St. Nick, shit is getting thick +Your boy got caught in St. Martin with a brick, now he's exile +You down to 6 motherfuckas and 3 of them motherfuckas is nothing but suckas +I got feds at my door wanna know do I know a black +Now I ain't never called ya no shit like that, I'm fed up +I can't take it no more, you see I'm blazing at the next nigga knocking at my door +I heard you're on the run now, D is in the penile +Ratted your ass out and gave that what, when and how +They'd all kill to be where you are, the druglord superstar +[Hook: MC Lyte & Da Brat x2] +They found a boy in the sand, it was Poppi your man with his eyes dug out and black engraved in his hand +Word around is you're the ass in the biz +To let 'em kill your men off you must be soft +Heard they shot up your car and ransacked your loft +Now you need a get away a place to hide, cause your man done snitched on the inside +You was on the run like a slave aback in the days, you must have been nodding when +They said +"Crime don't pay" +I got a new gig, here you come again kid, fresh out the dog +Done did your bid but you can't stay here no more, not in this crib +Not with the foul way that you choose to live... +[Outro] +Motherfucka -- you know what/ +Just, just take your shit all right! Just take it! +Cause I'm sick of this shit - I can't take it no more +Just take it, I don't know who the fuck you think you are +Thinking you could just come back here and try to enter my life -- like I need you +I dont -- I'm thru with you motherfucka +Just get out! You put me thru too much heartache +Too much shit +I had to go thru -- I can't do it no more + +Devil in a New Dress (HW Version)[Intro: Kanye West] +Uh, uh +I love it though +I love it though, y'know? +[Chorus: Kanye West] +Put your hands to the constellations +The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation +(This copy is for Hype Williams) +I know I'm preaching to the congregation +We love Jesus but you done learned a lot from Satan +I mean, a nigga did a lot of waiting +We ain't married but tonight I need some consummation +[Verse 1: Kanye West] +May the Lord forgive us, may the gods be with us +In that magic hour I seen good Christians +Make rash decisions, oh, she do it +(This copy is for Hype Williams) +What happened to religion? Oh, she lose it +She {?} her make up, and casually allure +Text message break ups, the casualty of tour +The money dreams take up everything I'm dreaming of +I got the {?}, what am I leaving off? +Hood phenomenon, the LeBron of rhyme +Hard to be humble when you stunting on a jumbotron +{?} Why you frontin like you want it, huh? +{?} summertime +[Chorus: Kanye West] +{?} to the constellations +The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation +I know I'm preaching to the constellations +We love Jesus but she done learned a lot from Satan +I mean, a nigga did a lot of waiting +We ain't married but tonight I need some consummation +[Verse 2: Kanye West] +When the sun go down, it's the magic hour +(This copy is for Hype Williams) +And it's a million colors {?} fill up the skies +You got money on your mind, I can see it in your eyes +Why you standing there with your face screwed up? +Don't leave while you're hot that's how Mase screwed up +Throwing shit around, the whole place screwed up +Maybe I should call Mase so he could pray for us +I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seat +I ordered the jerk, she said you are what you eat +You see I always loved that sense of humor +But tonight you should have seen how quiet the room was +The Lyor Cohen of Dior Homme +That's "Dior Homme", not "Dior, homie" +The crib Scarface, could it be more Tony? +You love me for me? Could you be more phony? +[Chorus: Kanye West] +Put your hands to the constellations +The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation +(This copy is for Hype Williams) + +Trouble Man (Sign of the Times)[Inspectah Deck] +Check out the avenue, New York, New York the Rotten Apple +We grapple in the streets to stack loot and slip the shackles +I'm currently, servin twenty-nine to life +Duckin the searchlight, no sleep for like the third night +The big life is trife, got the young kids hyped +Cops shoot on sight, heat pipe be blowin through the night +The land where you ain't fam, there's no pity +Similar to Chocolate City, ten times gritty +Hittin hard, liquor's God, niggas plottin on the come off +And come off, quicker than the clothes on the stripper +And slide like she doin up and down the railing +Bitch tailing in the Range with Golden Arms smooth sailin +The clock's tickin, somebody's on the block snitchin +The plot thickens, phones are tapped, cops listen +Too hot for prison, plus too cold to hold my girl +Cause I married this life and she's my whole world +Chorus: {Vinia Mojica} +It's just a sign of the times +Calmly listen - to these lines.. +I'm goin out of my mind +Livin - the street life.. +[Inspectah Deck] +Aiyyo, aiyyo +Make me wanna holla way they do my life +My life, is like a carousel one endless night +Where most die for pies, some holdin their chrome +A large percent die for causes not even their own +When the Inspectah Deck be long dead and gone +Long live the INS clone they workin on +Til then, I hold a section, I stand alone no co-defendant +Showin the weapon, this saga had no story endin +It's ghetto heaven, and at the same time hell - shots propel +The one that missed me got Chanel +In the future ruled by computer, I self tutor +The music is the simulator, facin the user +I do it for those who walk the same road +And no regrets do I hold for the path I chose +No sleep since the intro, patrol the windows +I reminisce, with the chalice and my eyes half closed +If I could do it again, I'd probably do it the same +Thought I was through with the game, I'm goin through it again +The hood life, I'm in it to the limit +Couldn't quit it for a digit, die for it cause I live it +Chorus +[Inspectah Deck] +Yo, been around the world but just can't seem to leave +The state of mind that causes tangled web I weave +Made my home in the heart of it +Move like Seagal, "Hard Target" +Most want no part of it, it's logic +Cutthroat party in the Shark Pit +Cold blooded souls carry bulldogs and oxes, knowledge this +Maintain and remain sane +In the cold world where the rules ain't changed +Still Rebel to society, government be eyein me +They probably watchin me right now as I'm speakin +But all I'm guilty of is teachin you the truth +They got proof, so you know I'll be home before the weekend +The hood life, I'm in it to the limit +In it from the scrimmage, livin it, lovin every minute +And every hour, til the powers that be +Eventually stress me to the death +"Y'all know the science right?" +"Death with the intellect" +"aight.. aight.." +"Represent, I make it hot" +"13th.. chamber.. specialist.. from the Bricks" +Chorus +{Vinia Mojica} +Street life.. so trife.. +Street life.. for life.. +Feels like.. feels like.. +My paradiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiise.. +"Yeah y'all.. uh-huh.." (7X to fade) + +Cartoon (feat. Shell & Mouse On Tha Track)Damn why it feel like its saturday mornin in this b****.girl in the corner lookin like dora the explorer.bartender lookin like stewart griffin.security guard lookin like homer simpson..ooo s***.i must be in a cartoon damn..too many triple stacks(throw it back) +Shell:look,lookin out my mind yeah im on bout two is you thuggin is your rollin i say how bout you?i done mixed the ninja turtle with a lil grey goose now im bout to transform cuz im into cartoons.gotta ??? track of pills and a ounce of that dough and my b**** rolled too in a spongebob shirt,she ain't trippin tho she done bought her friends too i use to knock that p**** out off a half of blues clues.back to my crew yeah my n***** go hard,i done left caught a charge gettin full of dem bars ,i had this episode f***** with this lil broad,she wanted me to hit it hit it by ????,you know im a dawg so i didn't hit it raw,that red transformer got my d*** real hard,she said the pill make her feel like she sittin on mars so i ate her ??? and beat that p**** on the sharks +Chorus:im in a cartoon im in a cartoon(throw it back)im in a cartoon im in a cartoon(throw it back)doin spongebob on em do the ninja turtle on em goin bart simpson on em ima transform on em..goin bugs bunny on em i mickey mouse on em goin blues clues on em(in a cartoon) +Boosie:cross the track we throw em back from the summer to the winter use to be a ninja turtle now i turned to master splinter i be actin you can't see me i turn to dragon ball z took two to the head dawg an i turned to sonic the hedgehog im clifford red dawg we actin me and my 40 Glock we like scooby doo and shaggy im poppa smurf round this b**** when im on purple round this b**** big bucks like scroge mcduff ain't out of s***(im in a cartoon)feel like im on the moon saw my girl porsha but my eyes saw dora homer simpson in the buildin(ayyy mouse where marge at?)i can't find tootie aww s**** where bart at(throw em back throw em back)???? im always in trouble call me garfield the cat me and my dawgs we gettin stacks you can call us thunder cats look at my neck you see im on like im kin to fred flintstone +ChrosEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Make It Rain (New Verse) (Live)And My Grill Is I'll +Ice Bright White Light Galil +Did I Do That +Throwin Up Signs +Like I'm In A Frat +Eagle Street Bitch +See Me When Ya Wanna +Sign Me As The Owner +Them Yellow Diamonds Lookin Like A Fridge Full Of Corronas +Gonnas +Ya See Through Like Cubic Zercoinia +And Me I Keep I Funky Like Pubic Aroma +Hit Em With The Glock +Put Em In A Coma +Now What That Boy Got Uhh Glockoma +My Weed Is Stronga +I Smell Grape +I Like Promethozine +I'm In A Snail Race +My Watch Reminds Me Of 88 +Because It's Got Crack Rocks As The F*ckin Face +Bitches Stick To Me Like Skotch Tape +Plenty Colors In The Chain Nigga F*ck Bape +Yeah, And I'm Kold Like Upstate +So Icy Like A Muthafukcin Cup Cake +And All The Bitches Feel My Feung Shwei +Biches Wanna Eat Me Alive +I'll Be Her EntreeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Kingpin*Lyrics from Snippets +[Verse] +Prolly never set the time on my watch, this shit the flex for me +You say she ain't hittin', she get wet for me +I was in the trenches tryin' my best to be a kingpin +Crushed the whole last year, now it's time to go again +Can't wait 'til this virus end, I'm packin' out my shows again +Used to want two hunnid, now it's four, you know I double shit +Soon as I catch them I'm gon' get up, I ain't on no cutter shit +Try to fuck my bitch behind my back, that ain't no brother shit +Catch me out in traffic in some other shit +I done everything I wanted to do, I made another mil' +[...] YEEZY +Diamonds dancin' on me, Chris Breezy +Swеar EST Gee the new Jeezy +Come through in that CR1 creepin', crawlin' +Pay attеntion, you already peep us ballin' +Eight times out of ten, this shit I'm sayin' is really real +Went so hard last year, my label gave me twenty Ms +I'm cool with that, you shoot at me, I'm shootin' back +Glock .23, a fool with that, bitch, this a Demon, it's not a 'Cat +Took my semen and left her scratch +Guess this her lil' evidence +I'm the one who really run this shit, I swear it's evident, ah, yeah +How you comin'? With a lotta money +Hunnids, dubs gon' take too long to count +Yeah, put a dub in lil' bro mouth, yeah +Play with us, we gun you down, yeah +Yeah, this jacket, it's Dior, I remember bein'...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Money, Drugs, Bitches, LiquorThese niggas are not like me +I been playin bapes since niggas thought they was bootleg nikes +This hoe put my name in a lot of bullshit, tryin to spite me +Guess she upset, cause she know I gotta wifey +Million dollar niggas still pushin Dodge Magnums +It holds 10 bodies, dependin on how ya stack em +Young boy never been attracted to madness +I'm inside watchin re-runs on "What's Happenin" +Lu been stackin, boy been concert since Wayne had my silver g wagon +Hot Spitta got a flow so proper +All these girls watchin me like soap operas +Money, drugs, bitches, liquor +Money, drugs, bitches, liquor +Money, drugs, bitches, liquor +Let's have ourselves a party! +Ye +And ya know I'm not playin man +You want a concert, well ya gotta pay the man +Look at my shirts and socks, call it the gator man +My cross over good, that's how I shake dem haters man +Ye +I got girls all over +Tell me what cha like and I'll call em over +I'm a high roller +And I ain't got no dogs in my yard, but I own a couple rovers +And you know how I get down there +Call before ya come, don't pop around here +Because it ain't be tellin who be found here +Either cookin cocoa cheese griss around here +Money, drugs, bitches, liquor +Money, drugs, bitches, liquor +Money, drugs, bitches, liquor +Let's have ourselves a party! +Ballin with shawty, she all over me +Um me how could a bitch say no to me +And I don't f*ck with them niggas +I want money, drugs, bitches, liquor +You know when I first got my deal, I got two porsches +And a hundred pairs of all white Air Forces +Never seen me with a bitch that ain't gorgeous +The boy flow hotter than papa pan's porridge +Pull out the garage in a Lotus +No it ain't the newest model out but it's hard to notice +I got more ice than a super-sized drink +And I know I'm the shit, I don't care what you think +You niggas ain't livin by the gun +I have you in a hospital bed being visited by nuns +Y'all pussy and I smell it +Make me stretch cheese on your head like a interval helmet +Money, drugs, bitches, liquor +Money, drugs, bitches, liquor +Money, drugs, bitches, liquor +Let's have ourselves a party!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +This Is Murder, Not Music (Official Remix)[Verse 1: 50 cent] +I'm on a hard bench, tryna' sleep in a holding pen +Man, how the fuck did I get here again? +First thing in a morning, it‘s the fuck shit +They called the case, I got confronted by a tough snitch +He told me do it, 1 click, you ain't tell me to do it +You ain't a shooter, you a shermhead, you fuckin' loser +I fly a kite, my little man cut his sister up +He loves his bitch, you snatch her, he'll start switching up +I'm cool, I just wait ‘til my next court date +I bet he catch amnesia, then do this shit at leisure +Surrounded by Bloods, Crips, Kings, and Ñetas +Gemstars open niggas up like barettas +I'm tryna' be easy +But every now and then I gotta put it in, please believe me +You get to looking at me strange, I'm prepared Jack +A buck fifty, keep the change you can wear that +[Hook x2] +This is murder this is not music +I had your style 10 years ago +I just didn't use it +You niggas forgot how I do it +Well I do it like there' nothin' to it +[Verse 2: Young Buck] +Same night from the Vibe awards +Still with me looking for some new spinal cords +Fuck your life and see the mind of yours +Concrete floors, I still feel like I'm behind them doors +I want war +I'm Read up for Teed up +I'm getting fast money but I need to speed up +These Niggas kicking their feet up, just smoking their weed up +Well Ima creep up with my heat up and make em freeze up +Hold up Buck, ease up +Put some bodies in a box from Maserati fox +New York when I get there I need to hear a lot of shots +A couple chickens on a video vixen,send her on a mission and one cent better not be missing +I don't listen, I'm hard headed +Just one but you all get it my niggers all breaded its crum' just to beat the case +I see death when I see your face +And even at this pace ima still lead the race +This Buck +[Hook x2] +This is murder this is not music +I had the style 10 years ago +I just didn't use it +You niggas forgot how I do it +Well I do it like there' nothin' to it +[Verse 3: YobyDren] +This is Music, This is not Murder +Im Cookin' crack up on the track just so i can serve yah +Im YobyDren from DeadSea the Cliq you Probably heard of +Put any beat in front of me and i'll Murder +With my Microphone as my Desert Eagle +This shit should Just be Illegal +Haters talk..Can't hear Em' Voice is Smaller than ah Beetle +Layin' bars Sharper than some Hollow Tips +My words My Ammo excuse me while i load this Clip +When my lyrics hit your heart it tears your mind apart +This ain't Bullshit Rap homie im speakin Art +This music shit im very passionate, this shit is not an accident +Im drawn to this Hip-Hop Game just like ah Magnet +You gotta have ah Open Mind so yall can feel my rhymes +You don't have ah Open Mind then im just waistin My Time +This Is Hip-Hop Dpn't You Disrespect It +Or We'll Leave your life lookin like the inside of An Unbought Casket Bitch +[Hook x2] +This is murder this is not music +I had the style 10 years ago +I just didn't use it +You niggas forgot how I do it +Well I do it like there' nothin' to it +[Outro] +Yeah, all I'mma do is this. I'mma keep countin' money +I don't give a fuck if it make you sick to see a nigga win +I'mma make you watch me win over and over again +You already know what it is with me motherfucker +This shit, goddamn it, you motherfuckers is making me lose count man +Gotta start this shit over, I'm licking my fingers +I'm gettin'... I got 100 d-dollar bills, for real nigga +All I'mma do is this man +You hear that sound in the background? +I'mma do this shit till my thumb get tired +I'mma take a break when I get past your momma house nigga +When I count more than your momma house +I'mma take a break. Go get a new stack +Hand me that money over there +What we gon' do? All year long +It's back to 50, you already know +Get the money, and shut the fuck up +Watch me do what I'm doin', cause niggas can't stop nothin' that I'm doin' +Right after you get in the way +We gon' start shooting again like it's nothing changed +We went through that whole +"Kumbaya my lord - let's be friends by the fire" +It's over nigga +Back to the script, you know how this shit go +How much is that? Oooh, if you could see me right now +I got a alligator on nigga! +You, you think it should go different? See that's where you go wrong +When you think... Who the fuck asked you to think nigga!? +Now you stick to writing comments and tweeting +And your hashtags and... +You know what the fuck you do nigga +Let me do what I doEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +My Dad (Interlude)[T’yana Wallace:] +Hi, my name is T'yana Wallace, and I wanna thank all my dad’s fans and friends +Yes, he was a Notorious B.I.G., but to me, he was just my dad +I love him and I miss him a lotEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Christmas in Harlem (G.O.O.D. Fridays Version)[Produced by Hit-Boy] +[Chorus: Teyana Taylor] +Christmas in Harlem +Right after autumn falls +Soakin' it all in +Then we go hit the mall +Even though we ain't ballin' +Feels like we bought it all +The mistletoe's right here +Come give a kiss to Santa Claus +[Verse 1: Kanye West] +Merry Christmas to all, and all a good night +Huh, now we all livin' the good life +Yeah, though it's forty below the wind chill +And we wipin' snow up off the windshield +It's still wonderful night to be alive, baby +And I'm so happy I'm with my baby +And we a little late with the Christmas gifts +Rushin' for the mall, don't trip, you know I drive crazy +The streets lit up, it feel like Christmas officially +Told her that "You the star at the top of my Christmas tree" +My only question is, "Where my presents?" +She said, "Shhh," she got a gift for me that ain't for the kids to see +Well, I like the way you think, mami +Now pour some more eggnog in your drink, mami +You've been a bad girl, give Santa three kisses +Gave her the hot chocolate, she said, "It's Dee-ricious" +Hahahaha, yeah +[Chorus: Teyana Taylor & Kanye West] +Christmas in Harlem +Right after autumn falls (Uh, uh) +Soakin' it all in +Then we go hit the mall (I'm like Bad Santa though) +Even though we ain't ballin' (Somebody sit on my lap) +Feels like we bought it all +The mistletoe's right here +Come give a kiss to Santa Claus +[Verse 2: Vado] +Merry Xmas, Santa Claus cherry X6 +They ain't hear my rain, dear, make it snow on the next chick (Yes) +Got enough toys, wonderin' what's my next pick +Before my exit, it get diamond Rolex reckless (Huh) +Big bags, got everything on the checklist +Necklace, baguette wrist (Uh-huh) +Pockets fat, they precious (Uh-huh) +Give Ma a peck kiss, look and tell her she precious (Mwah) +Lightin' up the sour, this tree give me the best gifts (Vado) +[Verse 3: Jim Jones] +And I remember when I couldn't play Santa Claus (Uh) +No reindeers, just horses and a Panamera Porsche (Vroom-vroom) +We on two fifth shoppin', what the damage cost? (At most?) +I got your fam while you biddin' in the can up north (I got you) +Whoops, I'm at Neimans, I hope they still got em (Word) +You want the thigh-high spikes with the red bottoms (Size 37) +Err, let's make a toast 'cause Christ is born +We gon' party all night 'til the lights come on (Amen) +[Chorus: Teyana Taylor] +Christmas in Harlem +Right after autumn falls +Soakin' it all in +Then we go hit the mall +Even though we ain't ballin' +Feels like we bought it all +The mistletoe's right here +Come give a kiss to Santa Claus +[Verse 4: Cyhi the Prynce] +Yeah, Mom and Dad, I won't be home for the holidays +Ha, I'm over 800 miles away +In the city that's so pretty +Where the hustlers dash through the snow without a sleigh +Tell my family that I'm sorry that I gotta stay +I'm with Ye at the Macy Day Parade +Lettin' the snow fall on my aviator shades +Even though I'm in New York, I'm still reppin' for the A +Cyhi! +[Chorus: Teyana Taylor & Pusha T] +Christmas in Harlem +Right after autumn falls +Soakin' it all in +Then we go hit the mall +Even though we ain't ballin' +Feels like we bought it all (Yes, it's G.O.O.D. Music, y'all) +The mistletoe's right here (Check it, uh, uh) +Come give a kiss to Santa Claus +[Verse 5: Pusha T] +On the stoop of that Brownstone, shovellin' the brownstone +Santa's on a diet, gotta get the pounds gone +Downtown got me feelin' like it's Dow Jones +But uptown got me feelin' like its down home +Snow like sugar hill, chains on wheels +We turn our two doors into snowmobiles +We got our own style, no Soho feel +Put on your play clothes, how that logo feel? +[Verse 6: Big Sean] +Oh, pose for them photo stills +You don't wanna miss a moment, where's your NoDoz pills? +I caught her lookin' at my Rollie as my mojo spills +Snowflakey on the bezel, hope you know those real +Okay, my white girl Veronica, black girl Monica +Got me celebrating ChristmaHanuKwanzaakah +Rock-rock-rock-rock-rock-rock-rockin' dashikis with a yarmulke +Where the Christmas tree at? Let's design it up +[Chorus: Teyana Taylor] +Christmas in Harlem +Right after autumn falls +Soakin' it all in +Then we go hit the mall +Even though we ain't ballin' +Feels like we bought it all +The mistletoe's right here +Come give a kiss to Santa Claus +[Verse 7: Cam'ron] +Uh, Lenox Ave to Saint Nick, never seen Saint Nick (Nah) +Just niggas sellin' the same nicks, the same bricks (What up, y'all?) +Same hustlers running' up to Broadway +That's where the snow's at, taste it, foreplay +No turkey or greens, just Jimbo's (Jimbo's) +Christmas lights in project windows (Yes) +Shouts to the coldest on my barometer +Berkman, Shapiro, Kalina, Hanukkah (My lawyers) +[Verse 8: Teyana Taylor & Musiq Soulchild] +All the flashin' lights up on a tree +The house lit up nice +With your family is where you wanna be +Here on Christmas night +When you wake up and you see the gifts +Don't that make you feel good? +So since we all snowed in in Harlem +Let's have Christmas in the hood +[Verse 9: Teyana Taylor] +All of the flashin' lights +Yeah, them things shine so bright +Always for you and me +Baby, you're Christmas Eve +If you like what you see +Won't you come sit on my knee? +And tell me everything that you want +'Cause, baby, I'm your Santa Claus, yeah +[Chorus: Teyana Taylor] +Christmas in Harlem +Right after autumn falls +Soakin' it all in +Then we go hit the mall +Even though we ain't ballin' +Feels like we bought it all +The mistletoe's right here +Come give a kiss to Santa Claus + +Click Clack(Prodigy talking) +Click Clack +Rock-a-bye Baby +Click Clack +Oh you'se dead mothafucka +[Prodigy] +Just look into my eyes, you see there's no bullshit +And I'ma professional, drama bring a .9 slinger +Just look at my face; do I look like I'm playing with you? +Listen to my verse; Do it sound like I'm a scared fool? NO! +I don't give a fuck when I rap +You see me in the street it's the same way I act +It's not movie dawg, it's a reality show +So that'll be real good when that cali-coat blow +(Chorus) Prodigy +Welcome to the life of V.I.P +On DVD 'cause shit too violent for MTV +There's niggas being killed; bitches being fucked +There's drugs being sold; our money getting up +[Big Twinz] +If you look into my mind; all you see is hate dunn +The blood's everywhere, but most of 'em is fake one's +I load up the .9, trying to get payload +I take everything from you shoes to your Kangol +You gotta give it up or get your arm chopped off +Niggas know my name - Big Twinz pop off +The fiends know wassup, I'm the one to cop off +I'm not soft, Infamous fire like hot-sauce +[Prodigy] +Get a load of real shit, the hemi go bang +The swami go rang, in the shoot & range +So I could perfect my aim +Stick you like a dope needle how a nigga aim +Sharp-shooter, top shotta, top fire rapper +Voted most likely to knock back up... +I pick the ratch[et] up and cap you up +Night or day it don't matter +The skateboarder, surfboarder, snowboarder +Understand P you see 'cause he's sorta... +The best stuff on Earth +And if you come up with your bitch to put the cuff on first +'Cause I'ma animal pimp, I get up on a female +And tell her things she likes, she give me that tail +And I call heads, but I was all wrong dawg, a sex is the best +(Prodigy talking) +Click Clack +Rock-a-bye Baby +Click Clack +(Sample) +"And the man walked in the valley of the shadow of death +For years and he feared no evil"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +DownDownDownLyrics From Snippets +[Verse: Lil Peep] +[?] Steppin' on cracks +You ain't shit but bad luck, take a left +Never mind, man, come with me for a sac (For a sac) +We can have sex, chill out, smoke a sack +Try to understand that yo new man wack, he a sad +Make you drip drip down from a bat (From a bat) +She could take dick like she fat (Like she fat) +You've been riding 'round on flats (On flats) +I can tell by the way you write yo raps (Write yo raps) +Snakes don't come around, facts (Real facts) +They attract to the lies and the racks (Racks) +If you keep it real, I keep it real back (Back) +I keep it real, so she on my lap (Who) +Drinking that yack, smoking a sack (A sack) +I put yo town in the map, gimme some that (Gimme that bitch)16EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Jesus*Lyrics From Snippet +[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert] +Uh, yeah +Yeah, yeah +[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert] +You can't afford it, you hurting +Twenty-eight thousand a Birkin +I get this money, I'm working (I'm working) +I pop a Perc', bitch, I'm perking (I'm perking) +I told that bitch to keep working (Keep working) +She sucking dick and she jerking (She jerking) +I get that money, I know it (Yeah) +Rub on her skin just like Jergens (Yeah) +I'm rocking all that Givenchy (Yeah) +That shit from 2012 (Uh) +Fucking that bitch 'cause she want me (Woah) +'Cause a young nigga do well (Well) +Water that's all on my neck (My neck) +I told that guy I'm a whale (Yeah) +Bitches they all on my dick (Lil Uzi) +I'm never tucking my tail (Uh) +I pull up right in a 'cat (Yeah) +I pull up right in a dеmon (What?) +I fuck your bitch on a boat (Yeah) +I make her еat up the semen (Let's go) +I get the motherfuckin' money (Ooh) +Niggas they small like Wee Man (Ooh) +Bitch it feel like I'm a demon (Uh) +I keep on beefing with JesusEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Street Dreams[Produced by Tracksmasters] +[Chorus] +Street dreams are made of these +Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's +A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key +Everybody's looking for something +Street dreams are made of these +Shorties on they knees for niggas with big cheese +Who am I to disagree? +Everybody's looking for something +[Verse 1] +My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square +Headed for Delaware with one change of gear +Nothing on my mind but the dime sack we blazed +With the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave +Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts +Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print +Though I'm innocent 'til proven guilty +I'ma try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up a realty +For real, G, I'ma fulfill my dream +If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my C.R.E.A.M +The first trip without the clique +Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it +Fresh face, NY plates, got a crooked eye for the Jakes +I want it all, ArmorAll Benz and endless papes +God's sake, what a nigga got to do to make a half a million +Without the FBI catching feelings? +[Chorus] +Street dreams are made of these +Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's +A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key +Everybody's looking for something +Street dreams are made of these +Shorties on they knees for niggas with big cheese +Who am I to disagree? +Everybody's looking for something +[Verse 2] +From Fat Cat to Pappy, niggas see the cat +Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back +Holding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back +Living with Moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet +Two sips from being alcoholic +Nine-hundred-ninety-nine thou' from being rich +But now, I'm all for it +My man saw it like Dionne Warwick +A wiser team for a wiser dream we could all score with +The cartel, Argentina coke with the nina +Up in the hotel, smoking on Sessamina +Trina got the fishscale between her +The way the bitch shook her ass, yo, the dogs never seen her +She got me back living sweeter, fresh Caesar +Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins +Bitches blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM' +Word is bond, son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this +[Chorus] +Street dreams are made of these +Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's +A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key +Everybody's looking for something +Street dreams are made of these +Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big cheese +Who am I to disagree? +Everybody's looking for something +[Verse 3] +Growing up project-struck, looking for luck, dreaming +Scoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing +Cars, ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans +G'ing, heard about them old timers OD'ing +Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady +Worshiping every word them rope-rocking niggas gave me +The street raised me up giving a fuck +I thought Jordans and a gold chain was living it up +I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts, everybody +Cut out of class just to smoke blunts and drink noddy +Ain't that funny? Getting put on to crack money +With all the gunplay, painting the kettle black hungry +A case of beers in the staircase, I wasted years +Some niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they career +But I'm a rebel, stressing to pull out of the heat, no doubt +With Jeeps tinted out, spending, never holding out +[Chorus] +Street dreams are made of these +Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's +A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key +Everybody's looking for something +Street dreams are made of these +Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big cheese +Who am I to disagree? +Everybody's looking for something +Street dreams are made of these +Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's +A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key +Everybody's looking for something +Street dreams are made of these +Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big cheese +Who am I to disagree? +Everybody's looking for something +[Skit] +*Gunshot* +"Yeah nigga, what?!" +"Oh, shit!" +"Queensbridge, boy, what?! Yo, what?!" +"Yo, they shot [?], dawg" +"Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a fuck-" +(Ongoing screaming) +"Look! We on his back right now +We gotta get the hell outta here, yo!" +"I want some more nigga, come on!" +"Yo, come on run, yo!" +"Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!" +"Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!" +"Yo, I twisted that kid, right?" +"Yeah the hell you did, man" +"Yo why you-" +"Yo, yo, come on though" +(Oh, shit) +"Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo" +"You think somebody peeped that?" +"Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o- +Get rid of the heat, yo!" +"Fuck that!" +"Get rid of the heat, yo" +*Gunshot* +"C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon" +"We gotta bounce, yo!" +"Let's bounce!"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Please Say the Baby[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Weezy f baby +Baby please say the baby +I shouldn’t have to say that shit again +And you should never make me +Im a pimp, I even got a little swagger in my limp +See I was built for this shit +And now im riding around the city with a pretty young hottie +And size of the whip look like a human being body +Im a trip, ive been repping hollygrove ask skip +I ain't gotta front bout shit – on a nigga +Piss a gallon on a bitch +Im a handsome young guy with that all mac dick +Now can we split ? +Go to the tele not the crib, I ain't him +So hoe find another nigga +You won't find another nigga like this nigga lil weezy +If your friend tell you you right I bet I get her real easy +Like bitch, you know who im is +Now what it is +Mac maine holla at em +[Chorus: Mack Maine] +Ratatat tat tat tat on you dog hoes +Ratatat tat tat tat on you dog hoes +Ratatat tat tat tee on you dog hoes +Ratatat tat tat tee on you dog hoes [2x] +Take a seat while I spit it to the freaks +No time for lame shit +Rappers talking the same shit +Im just saying though +Trying to stack a lot of chips +Whenever the hate come I pack mo clips +It ain't nothing for me to mac a chick +But I ain't like that homie you can keep that trick +See im money over bitches for real +Yall trickin and lickin +Im big pimpin like nigga for real +Give a fuck Ima say what I feel +Anytime anywhere +Have fame before I got my deal +Still riding through the hood +Smoke blunts with my niggas and bitches +That be up to no good +Chi town what up your boy ain't left +Ain't shit changed stay dougie to death +Plus that cranberry range so sick +You ain't holla it then don’t holla now +Suck my dick +[Chorus: Mack Maine] +Ratatat tat tat tat on you dog hoes +Ratatat tat tat tat on you dog hoes +Ratatat tat tat tee on you dog hoes +Ratatat tat tat tee on you dog hoes [2x] +Im beefing with a chick +My ex old lady +Always tryna fight a nigga when she see me in the club +Starting to get sick of it, thinking bout calling the polices +On this crazy make em put her in them cuffs +Why? Cause ive had enough of that broad +She won't learn her lesson until she end up in the cop car +Yeah but I don’t want to take it that far +But I know she sue me if she end up with a cracked jaw +Maine said her that will back her up +My mom said point her out she will smack her up +Truth be told I guess im with her +Talking all this shit I will probably end up right back with her +[Chorus: Mack Maine] +Ratatat tat tat tat on you dog hoes +Ratatat tat tat tat on you dog hoes +Ratatat tat tat tee on you dog hoes +Ratatat tat tat tee on you dog hoes [2x] +[Lil Wayne] +Chea rest in peace yella boy man +You don’t know nothing bout that +That’s that new Orleans shit +Man so if you don’t understand this +You don’t feel this shit go to the next song man +Fuck you! +Rest in peace yella boy rest in peace soulja slim +But this my yella boy right now man +Hey I used to rap rap rap rap shit everyday +Another name of my rap is 3rd ward court day +Holla backEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Dirty New Yorker[Intro] +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Uh, uh, uh +Yeah... +[Verse 1: Prodigy] +Baby mama let's roll, here we go, Cheerio, serial +Killa with the flow and the blow and the dro' +And the gun go ring, hit 'em all in a row +AK-47, .40-Glock, .44, let 'em know from the door +How it go, it's not a joke, there's gon' be a homicide +I'mma ride, I'mma rep me a nigga up in the box +And send 'em to his folks, his bloods, his kin +The drama it don't end, bust a gun +Bust a nigga's face open with the hand +Tell 'em go tell a friend, tell a cop, tell the FEDS +I don't give a mothafuck, you niggas and the pigs +I'mma let the world see you, you're a bitch, you're a snitch +I'mma Mobb Deep gangsta, Infamous soldier +If you got a cold heart then my shit just froze over +Range Rover, Chevy Suburban, the bullet proof trim +The windows on the crib, bullet proof them +[Hook: Prodigy] +You're fucking with a Dirty New Yorker +Queens in this bitch fall back or get roped up +You're fucking with a Dirty New Yorker +Queens mothafucka, move and get smoked up +[Verse 2: Prodigy] +Ay' baby mama let's slide on the floor +I'mma pro with the flow +I can go on forever tell me when to stop yo +My first album Head Nigga in Charge it went gold +With my next shit I'm just trying to seel a lil mo' +I won't be mad if it's less, I'm still filthy rich +We going on a permanent tour and never coming back +I'mma vet not a pet, you gon' see when I flip +Niggas trip fall on their face and bust their own shit +Come for me you gon' run up to a wall of cement +Certain niggas not to be touched and I'm one of 'em +Pop to bub me, crack open the Goose and the Gin +You gon' get real fucked up in memory of them +I'mma cop some more ice, houses and whips +Why they mad? Cause they can't spend money like this +180 on the wrist, 190 on the six-speed +Porsche with the turbo and shatter proof tenth +[Hook: Prodigy]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +24Lyrics from Snippet +[Chorus: Sunday Service Choir] +Dear God, make it alright, only you can make it alright +Dear Lord, make it alright, nothing else ever feels right +Dear God, make it alright, nothing else ever feels right +Na, na, na, nothing else ever feels right +Save me, yeah, make it alright +Bow heads 'cause it's alright, alright, mm +Twenty-four hours, twenty-four candles, twenty-four hours +Dear God, make it alright, only you can make it alright +Dear Lord, make it alright, nothing else ever feels right +Dear God, make it alright, nothing elsе ever feels right +Na, na, na, nothing elsе ever feels right +Save me, yeah, make it alright +Bow heads 'cause it's alright, alright, mm +Twenty-four hours, twenty-four candles, twenty-four hours +Ah, yeah, yeah +Yeah-yeah, yeah +Throw our hands in the sky +Yes Lord, we put 'em high +[Bridge: Jason White & Sunday Service Choir] +Father we go through things +But in the mindst of you said that you would never leave us +Said that you would never forsake us in this time of uncertainty +We've lost someone's, some of our friends, and family have fallen short +But you said that you would never leave us +Nor forsake us that you would be with us +Until the ends of the Earth +Come on said "Save me +Save me + +Jury[Verse 1: Raekwon] +Yo, we came long ways but we got on +Yo, holdin' my son's arm +Make it through the industry calm Lord +His name Rakim Allah +Wid a wavy threw on shallah +Braveheart nigga from start yo +We all scientific instruments +I got put on math +Going through ill consequences +Running from jakes, running in gates +Check out the main face +We gotta gas and erase +Me not the ambitious one +I rather be there throw a word or two in +We here, I know we worth money yo +Just relax start analyzing +'Fore you start adding your sales tax +Took that jewel in ooh 'bout to get large +Fuck that fucking wit C rules +Y'all fools, by then 2 rhymes is wrote +Trying to master my flow +Gettin' diamonds on the low +Splash me a boat +[Hook: Kim Stephens] +What I'm gonna be +Is something more than anyone could think of me +Do what you want I'm still gon' live my destiny +I've got one chance to live my life +And as long as I'm alive I will make it +[Verse 2: Raekwon] +Hard work a label was sold yo +Just trying to take control rock me a Roll +Block me the goal take my time and build +Enter The 36 got real people wanna see us +The word Steeles, your work reflects your life +Your earth respects you twice +Commodity advice chill wit the ice +That's when I caught on +Sell these niggas the illusion +And plus live it out on spite +Yo the block is draining and scary +A nigga might die out here +Or be in some jail law library +Unlawful entry a century +Fuck I wanna live in jail? +I'm already in ghetto penitentiary +Talent made me be involuntary to y'all now +I just add on and teach one of y'all +Don't get exiled caught up in the mix +And loose sight focus first +And you're forced to go wild yo +[Hook: Kim Stephens] +What I'm gonna be +Is something more than anyone could think of me +Do what you want I'm still gon' live my destiny +I've got one chance to live my life +And as long as I'm alive I will make it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, aiyyo, aiyyo) +[Verse 3: Raekwon] +Prosperity endangered so many of us +All the bullshit has got away with murder +That's why we can see who's real and who's fake +And who bit off the last nigga tape stole the steak +Wake up we running outta plans +The devil inside of him +Tricknology is in one hand +Future's so far to see +The present's how will it be +The past don't even ask just believe +Looking in the dictionary +Trying to spell out hard words +Define 'em and design 'em +I shine and curve +Take this jewel in and conquer me +I blend it in wit ganja +Not for the babies it's a mind sponsor +From the 17 million God raised +2 million lost slaved +19 million may we all praise +So when we wake up +Let's straighten up and get it together +For real and keep all getting paper +[Hook: Kim Stephens] +What I'm gonna be +Is something more than anyone could think of me +Do what you want I'm still gon' live my destiny +I've got one chance to live my life +And as long as I'm alive I will make it +[Outro: Kim Stephens] +Do what you want I'm still gon' live my life + +Numb*Lyrics from Snippet +[Intro] +Woah, let’s go +Turn up, let's go +[Chorus] +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (Pour me numb) +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (Pour me numb) +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (Pour me numb) +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (Pour me numb) +[Verse 1] +Pour me numb (Oh yeah) +I get so geeked up until I'm dumb (I'm out) +Fuck your girl one time and now she sprung (She stuck) +Know she didn’t mean to fall in love (Fall in love) +Ridin’ on this dirt bike, yeah I got her drunk (Woah) +Baby, I got something for your tongue (For your tongue) +Rockstar lifestyle but I swear I am no punk +Ayy, so much swag, I should be model (Yeah) +No, this not no Ferragamo (Let's go) +Balenciaga on my collar (Huh?) +Just watch the way the money pile up +You know everyone know I am your father +I told that girl her boyfriend childish +Look like Angelica, walk with the toddlers +She gave me head, graduated from Howard +Smoke 41, graduated from sour (Yeah) +My crib so big, compare it to a tower +Don't care if you stink, you can't, um, use my shower (No) +No, no, no, you cannot sit on my couch +You need to get some Dove and need to get some Dial (Facts) +You say you a dog, Courage like you coward +Red spikes on my Louboutins like my name Bowser +[Chorus] +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (pour me numb) +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb, let's go +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb +What's a chopper if it ain't got a drum? +[Verse 2] +I was the man before I could even tell, shh +I ain't even know it, shh +I caught pneumonia all on my neck, shh +All my chains still snowin' (Snowin') +You cannot take it, boy, you better show it (Show it) +You know you can't hold it (Huh?) +If you better hold it then you better blow it (Blow it) +No, don't reload it +And I just empty that clip on that fuck nigga +Yeah, that boy just really want war (War) +We playin' the backyard +We use that entrance like it is the front door (Woah) +I'm sippin' my Hi' +You know that this shit right here, it got me slumped up +Woah, I put that girl right on your tuck, yo +I put that shit in her gut, yeah +Slime, yeah, baby +You know that that lil' nigga, he is so cutthroat (Slatt) +You know I'm pescatarian +Them chickens, the feathers get plucked, yo +Woah, hit that bitch, she wanna buck, yo +I make that bitch wanna knuck, yo +Yeah, she said she do it for fun +She said that shit make her numb (Uzi) +Pour me numb (Woah, woah, woah, woah, skrrt-skrrt, yeah, she said) +Pour me numb (Why?) +[Chorus] +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (Pour me numb) +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (Pour me numb) +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (Pour me numb) +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (Pour me numb), yeah +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb (What that do?), yeah +Pour me numb, tell her pour me numb, yeah, ayy2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Hands On[Refrain: Fred Hammond] +Hand 'em +Hands up high, hands on, hands on +Hands on, hands up +In your face, the reason +Hands on, yeah, hands on +[Verse 1: Kanye West] +Cut out all the lights, He the light +Got pulled over, see the brights +What you doin' on the street at night? +Wonder if they're gonna read your rights +Thirteenth Amendment, three strikes +Made a left when I should've made a right +Told God last time on life +Told the devil that I'm going on a strike +Told the devil when I see him, on sight +I've been working for you my whole life +Told the devil that I'm going on a strike +I've been working for you my whole life +Nothing worse than a hypocrite +Change, he ain't really different +He ain't even try to get permission +Ask for advice and they dissed him +Said I'm finna do a gospel album +What have you been hearin' from the Christians? +They'll be the first one to judge me +Make it feel like nobody love me +They'll be the first one to judge me +Feelin' like nobody love me +Told people God was my mission +What have you been hearin' from the Christians? +They'll be the first one to judge me +Make it feel like nobody love me +Make you feel alone in the dark and you'll never see the light +Man, you're never seein' home and you never see the domes +I can feel it when I write, point of livin' in the right +If they only see the wrongs, never listen to the songs +Just to listen is a fight, but you booked me for the fight +It's so hard to get along if they only see the slight +From the love of religion +What have you been hearin' from the Christians? +They'll be the first one to judge me +Make it seem like nobody love me +I'm not tryna lead you to Visas +But if I try to lead you to Jesus +We get called halfway believers +Only halfway read Ephesians +Only if they knew what I knew, uh +I was never new 'til I knew of +True and living God, Yeshua +The true and living God +(Somebody pray for me) +[Refrain: Fred Hammond] +Hand 'em +Hands up high, hands on, hands on +Hands on, hands up +In your face, the reason +Hands on, yeah, hands on +[Verse 2: Fred Hammond & Kanye West] +I deserve all the criticism you got +If that's all the love you have, that's all you got +To sing of change, you think I'm joking +To praise His name, you ask what I'm smoking +Yes, I understand your reluctancy, yeah +But I have a request, you see +Don't throw me up, lay your hands on me +Please, pray for me +Hold myself on death +Hold it down, all fallen down +Somebody pray for me +[Refrain: Fred Hammond] +Hand 'em +Hands up high, hands on, hands on +Hands on, hands up +In your face, the reason +Hands on, yeah, hands on + +Only In America[Produced by: Oh No] +[Intro] +I'm focused, man, I swear I'm focused. These mothafuckas don't know, I'm the mothafuckin' golden child. Uh huh +[Verse 1: Action Bronson] +Anywhere I go, you know you're goin' with me +Bobby and Whitney without the sniffin' +Dog your bitch look like Eddie Griffin +I'm three wheelin', keep the Chevy tippin' +Big bearded Buddha bangin' bitches in Bermuda +Barry Bonds, barracuda, Chattanooga +Back alley shooter, black Balley booter +Catch me jumpin' out the plane like a black puma +Stoned, pump Depeche Mode +Man all I see is red snow +Left my man with a headstone on Edgecombe +He was goin' for the glory in the end zone +Just another Saaab story cause the pen's cold +Am I gonna sell my soul? That depends, ho +Man the vehicle's a rental, speak gentle +Mink sweatsuit +Stab your father while he's pissin' in the men's room +[Hook: Party Supplies] +Only in America +Just can't seem to get you off of my mind +Only in America +All that seems we're goin' nowhere +Only in America +And I just can't seem to get you off my mind +The best things in life are free +All that seems we're goin' nowhere +All that seems we're goin' nowhere +All that seems we're goin' nowhere +Goin' nowhere, nowhere +[Verse 2: Action Bronson] +NYC what the fuck is goin' on? +These mothafuckas won't play my song +They sayin' that we soft, they sayin' that we fell off +They sayin' that these other fuckers better than us, you gotta be kiddin' +A bunch of pussies, when you piss, you gotta be sittin' +You tie your hair in a bun and shirt in a knot +You got the urge to suck the cock of Serge Ibaka +Pictures of naked rappers hangin' in your locker +You and your father never played catch, he taught you how to twerk +Since I've been on the Earth I've been lightin' up +And I've been all around the world twistin' dykes and purp +Shit, light the earth +[Hook] +Only in America +Just can't seem to get you off of my mind +Only in America +All that seems we're goin' nowhere +Only in America +And I just can't seem to get you off my mind +The best things in life are free +All that seems we're goin' nowhere +All that seems we're goin' nowhere +All that seems we're goin' nowhere +The best things in life are free +Goin' nowhere, nowhere +The best things in life are free +(Goin' nowhere)The best things in life are free +(All that seems we're goin' nowhere) +Only in America +Just can't seem to get you off of my mind +Only in America +All that seems we're goin' nowhere +Only in America +Just can't seem to get you off of my mind +The best things in life are free +All that seems we're goin' nowhere +All that seems we're goin' nowhere +The best things in life are free +Goin' nowhere +The best things in life are free +Nowhere +The best things in life are free +Free +Only in America!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Pepe Lopez[Produced by Party Supplies] +I got the '89 Firebird +Guns like Wyatt Earp +Before I do business +I want to know the buyer's worth +Fast forward '98, Mark McGuire shirt +I eat dessert while your bitch flirt (Uhh) +Ship work to a Mick out in Pittsburgh +When you're focused, strict terms are never misheard +Shift gears, schhherrp +Twist Earth +Lift the Nerf +Shit, I got a lot of nerve +Catch me on the run with a Nevada nurse +Rambo knife in the Escada purse +Lestor Diamond in the face, chase +I'm in the gray 8 +Restaurant, I order rabbit like a Playmate +Suede snake, crocodile silk +Barely legal Brazilian mami all on the quilt +I twist a bitch like Wilt, built +I spit the shit the people feel, uhh, yeah +Let me take it out to Coney Island, uhh +Drinking 40's out in Rockaway, uhh +Jones Beach Field 6, uhh +Out in Deer Park, peel whips, uhh +Flushing Meadow Park shit, uhh +Barbecues with the Mexicans +Get my muthafucking drink, man +Damn, this is Bam Bam +This is about to be some shit +Blue Chips 2, bitch (Owwww!!!) +We so muthafucking out here (Owwww!!!) +I wear a bib all muthafucking day +[Sample] +Muthafucka, you knocked my teeth out! +Hey, Sticks, come on!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Drought Interlude[Intro] +Aye man, intermission yuh +Y'all still tuned into Da Drought +Right before the package, February 2004, Tha Carter +For as of now, the streets will hurt until my arrival, sorry +The dawn, the Prince, the King, I'm the King +Aye everyone! I'm the King, I'm the King tell 'em +[Verse] +[?] in this motherfucker +I'm in this motherfucker, hot up in this- +I don't care who not up in this motherfucker +Fuck boy, get shot up in this motherfucker +Pop up in this motherfucker +Hot up in this motherfucker +Call the Doctor in this motherfucker +How can one human be so sick? +Immune to your bitch, ah +Move In the club with the tool on my hip +Watch how you dab me off, the strap might go off +Let me take it back for y'all +Like the '77 daddy Cadillac with walls +But I'm creepin' through the back, I'll be back for y'all +This is bass, this is crack, [?] +Ain't no cases around here gettin' cracked, or solved +'Cause ain't no niggas 'round here about to crack at all +Wheezy Baby, nigga +I got that dope like crack, [?] yeah +The dreads out the rubber band, I don't care +Got that can in the other hand +And I ain't pop it in the air, no +I ain't singing this for him ah +Mean what I say and say what I feel +I lean 'cause the K heavy weight on my left +Y'all mean, couldn't block these shots himself +I ride clean in the drop top, 82 dealt +With the baby blue animals, the baby blue [?] +The baby blue walkin', the baby blue [?] +[?] +I might rock the baby blue will +She said 'Baby you silk', ah +Leave that pussy soaked +Oh baby you will +Stop stuntin' that bitch for a bribe at the bar +Lil [?] +'Bout to drive that car, we on our way man +Coming from the state of Louisiana +I'm great, pick money, heavyweight +That I know you niggas heard about +But tell me something, you see us heavily fucking +So why would you ever fuck with the dirty South? +Da Drought +[Outro] +That's cool Mama!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +My Worst Enemy[Intro: Nas] +Yea, uh, uh, real niggas dawg, ya heard +Yea, journey to the life, just journey +[Verse One: Nas] +I'm the nigga that ain't loud +Throw C-low, never ace out +Only move out wit a particular crew, I hate crowds +The observer, money and murder the hood praise it +I was raised in it, early age +Was presented with the ultimatum +Be a boss with a army, drop the Atari games +Hard cocaine that had my neighborhood strung out +Brains numb out, guns out +I was smart high hopes in my heart +But dope cartels would emerge +Bloody shirts on niggas while they hollerin' +'Til their lungs don't work +Figures I end up with a scarred memory of my youth +With dudes in the drug loot, feelin' henny "SHOOT" +My nigga Will still here, man I wish it was truth +Buried in his favorite shit, FILA sneakers and FILA suit +My eyes are the window of my soul +My niggas let the Indo roll +Thinkin' time flies we gettin' old +That's the words of my right hand man, my main dawg +We been rollin since day one, he down for the cause +All he talk is extortion, kidnap shit, big gat shit +I'm like - "yo think positive", but he act sick +He only think about lettin' his Mac spit +He like fuck who he hit +Me it bothers, cause he know I'm rent 'em it regardless +If he keep wildin' out he's makin' both of us targets +So I pull him, tell him on some deep shit, try to school 'em +We already lost niggas by how we was movin' +We still livin', but our lives need much improvin' +I think I'm gonna lose 'em +[Hook: Nas] +I was blind in this world +All I thought about was diamonds and pearls +I had beef wit a nigga, then I'm clappin' his girl +Nappin' his kids, ransack and run through his rib +Blow up his mom's crib, there's no way he could live +It's gettin' clearer, starin' at the man in the mirror +Like all this time, it's just a fragment of my mind +Come to find out, shit wasn't what is made to be +In reality +My Worst Enemy+ was me +[Verse Two: Nas] +Feelin' like I got the dons clout +Trigger pawn cocked Glocks spray up your moms spot +I ain't playin' wit you, war, fuck pistols +Bring machines, icy bell buckles, ten guns, M-1'S with ice muzzles +Life's a struggle, get your wifey touch too, everybody involved +Homicide, doctors patchin' up your war scars +Task Force chargin' at us, news flash, thug crews blast at officers +Coroners pick you up from the grass +Livin' fast 'til somebody tries meltin' my chest +I'm high loosin' it, could of hit my own self with the tec +Refuse to quit, but I tried tellin' me to relax +It's like I can't hear my words 'til I'm trapped to the max +Even then I blame everybody else except me, pops left me +I was just three, I cried for help, moms was busy +That don't mean nigga's stupid +But I got a habit wit - makin' up excuses +Was born ruthless, hated school, they ain't teach me I'm a bad seed +Planted in this ghetto, where my niggas can't read +Multiply, subtract; only knowin' how to count cracks and count stacks +Now what y'all know about that +One side of me wanted out of this life +Glue traps on the floor for the mice +'Til the nigga saw the light +I wanted money when I got it, I would spend it +I wanted jewels, but when I heard it, yo I wouldn't listen +All of the drama in my life I got my self into +All the toxins my body took in, faded my mental +I let these niggas words get to me +But I'm tired of my ice, tired of Bentley +It's the end of the century +I recognized the world is a beautiful place +Niggas opinions ruinin' my musical taste +Cause everytime I caught a case, could of got me in jail +If you wasn't scared of jail, you more likely to fail +I thought the whole world was cursed, from the hand I was dealt +And +My Worst Enemy+ was my self +Word to my self...word to my self...word to my self... +[Hook: Nas] +I was blind to the world +All I thought about was diamonds and pearls +I had beef wit a nigga, then I'm clappin' his girl +Nappin' his kids, ransack, run through his rib +Blow up his mom's crib, there's no way he could live +It's gettin' clearer, starin' at the man in the mirror +Cause all this time, it was a fragment in my mind +Come to find out, shit wasn't what is made to be +In reality +My Worst Enemy+ was meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Bloody Mary[Intro] +(I'ma be alright because Dizzy here wildin') +[Verse 1: Juelz Santana] +Okay, time to make my mark, I gave 'em a head start (Yeah) +Now I'm on my Nicki shit, I don't need no frauds (Nah) +Time to raise the bar, rappin' like I passed the bar (Yeah) +You would think I ride bikes, boy, the way I handle bars (Yeah) +Real niggas in charge (Yeah), we back for what's ours (Ours) +Poppin' all these blues, I might turn into an Avatar +They ain't wanna see me back, he's back +Human crack in the flesh, sorry, I had to relapse (Sorry) +These niggas weak, whack, I twist 'em like weed wraps +Still on my Nino Brown, still getting G money on G-packs (Woo) +No Stunna Man, bustin' like Duh Duh Man, it's evident +These hoes love me, they say my dick is they medicine +Cosby, spikin' gelatin, still pushin' and pedalin' +Settling never, I'm like DiCaprio in The Revenant +Still whippin' and stretchin' it, two pots, ambidextrous +I'm a beast, a dog, I see that money, I'm fetchin' it +Your ho throwin' it at me, I'm catchin' it +Don't check me, go check your bitch +You don't want to get me out of my element +From a tenant in the tenements to owning my residence (One) +Phone still clicking, I feel like the receptionist +Out of this world, yes, he is, extraterrestrian (Woo) +My life's a fucking movie, boy, don't get yourself edited (Out) +I'm like Steph at the free throw, that piece blow, I never miss +Taught your girl how to whip the girl, now she a lesbian (Yeah) +You can level up, still won't be on my level then, it's level ten +These niggas hot, I must be kettlin' +They don't want the steam, but I know you want the tea +That's your bitch? Why she only fuck with me? 'Cause I'm ballin', MSG (Ballin') +Roof missin' on this whip and I need two kitchens (Two) +Your bitch say I'm number two, yeah, too different (True) +Weakest get bagged, start singing, yeah, loose lippin' (Loose) +Tell the DA I ain't never been no stool pigeon (Never) +Won't catch me in no club unless my tool get in (Ever) +Be smart, 'cause Bounce, he a fool with it +It's on, say it's on, I'm 7-Eleven with it +That's twenty-four seven with it, wherever, whatever with it, yeah (Wherever) +Your mama gon' need a church with a reverend in it +Just pray it's a heaven in it, and hope that they let you in it, yeah +Boy, I expose the truth in lies (Yup) +Cross me and get crucified, no shootin' five +War's on, that bazooka rise, get neutralized +Shoot five times five, watch you divide +In a sheet like the sheik ridin' through Dubai (Yup) +Game back in a chokehold, the noose was tied (Ayy) +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Suicide, it's a suicide +Tell 'em seek and you will find 'cause I'ma lose my mind +Kick a nigga ass, then give him my shoes to shine +It's do or die, I come from where we used to crime +The Uzi 9 more important than school supplies, the pools is dry +My niggas and the food is fried, the news is lies +The pigeons is too spooked to fly, the rules denied +All the toughest goons is mine, that's Tunechi's slimes +They kill you and go do the time, we unified +Young Money revolutionized the new design +We had to leave the flukes behind and supersize +The numbers through the roof and sky +Don't look too surprised, look through the lines +We makin' moves and strides, grooves and vibes +I'm too alive, these hoes need to be supervised +They put on a cute disguise, you grooms is blind +She get dick and an Uber ride, number two with fries, I'm pimpin' +Now, who am I? I'm who and why +I'm rude and kind, my cars are computerized +I'm cruisin' by, smokin' blunts Ruben size +You fools can try, these tools getting utilized, you euthanized +Brrt, skrrt, shoot, then drive +Now, who survived? We comin' back to rewind +I'm usually high, sippin' on the Houston wine +Feel humanized, I want my throne to recline +Jackie red, Julie blonde, they Cuban fine +I bruise they spine, I leave and they snooze 'til nine +Superglued to the grind, my crew my tribe +These bitches try to divide, we too divine +Got the drugs to provide the coolest highs +The greenest green and the white with the bluest eyes +The syrup and the juice collide, the two combine like suits and ties +Magic, poof, goodbye +[Outro: Juelz Santana] +Smoke good weed +It's bloody mary if you fuck with me +Yeah, them boys back around +Bitch, we ride, then fire +It's do or die +Smoke good weed +It's bloody mary if you fuck with me +Yeah, them boys back around +Bitch, we ride, then fire +It's do or die +Smoke good weed11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Small Talk[Chorus] +Small talk, save the convo +No, I ain't with the fuckin' convo +Keep talking, we gon pull up pronto +That's ASAP boy, like Rocky nigga +How the fuck you rockin' nigga? +You know how we rockin' nigga +I heard some funny shit about you +So I ain't fuckin' with you +[Verse 1] +Fuck the small talk, let's get money +'Lot of my shooters, boy, they on dummy +'Lot of my niggas, boy, they on dummy +That's why I all I think about is money +Boy, I'ma get it +Fuck niggas if they ain't with it +All my niggas, yeah they been with it +Cause a lot of niggas really bitches +Ain't came up where I came from +That's like me forgetting where I came from +Rolled up, go back where I came from +I won't switch up on my day ones +[Chorus] +Small talk, save the convo +No, I ain't with the fuckin' convo +Keep talking, we gon pull up pronto +That's ASAP boy, like Rocky nigga +How the fuck you rockin' nigga? +You know how we rockin' nigga +I heard some funny shit about you +So I ain't fuckin' with you +[Verse 2] +Know your role, no flexin' though +It's 300 just to let you know +With Lamron, they get everything whole +We erase a nigga just let you know +Chasing money, I ain't chasing hoes +24/7, yeah we on go +Yeah, we on go +Ain't playing roles +Niggas getting exposed +Most niggas hoe's +That's how it go +But I'm from the foe +I can't go, ask lil bro +He tote poles, we tote poles +He kick doors, we kick doors +On Lil Mo +Free Slick though +Homie ain't switch up for shit though +Fu niggas do fu shit though +Police grab me, what's this though? +Better know my mouth zipped though +[Chorus] +Small talk, save the convo +No, I ain't with the fuckin' convo +Keep talking, we gon pull up pronto +That's ASAP boy, like Rocky nigga +How the fuck you rockin' nigga? +You know how we rockin' nigga +I heard some funny shit about you +So I ain't fuckin' with youEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Hustle for the Same Thing[Lil' Flip] +Hey +Put the beat up a little bit +Yeah +I like it right there +That's perfect +Matter fact, this track is perfect +We talking about gettin' this money +No matter where you from +Europe, France, Switzerland +Amsterdam, Houston, Cali, get money +[Chorus: Fingazz] +It don't matter where you from (We stay on the grind) +We do what we gotta do (Got money on the mind) +In my hood +In y'all hood +We gotta hustle for the same thing +We gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right +We gotta get it, gotta get that money +We gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right +We gotta get it, gotta get that money +[Verse 1: Lil' Flip] +We grind for the same thang +I got a few partners on the chain gang +And ain't never comin' home, you know +When you locked up +Your woman gone +You'll do the same thang (If you ain't got no cash) +You'll do the same thang (If you ain't got no ass) +I'm addicted to cash, I'm allergic to haters +Blunts make my throat burn (Nigga, roll up a paper) +Flossy in Vegas, then I light optimos +All this ice, got me with a flock of hoes +In H-Town +Niggas get paid for real +Fuck what you heard +We chop on blades, for real +Pimp C back home, gettin' his money on +Like Puffy Combs, the nigga got his own calogne +And two big homes, plus I got exotic cars +It feel good to be a ghetto star (I wouldn't trade it) +[Chorus] +[Verse 2: Mr. Capone-E] +It's a struggle that we live for +Stayin' alive +While Bush startin' more wars +Out grindin' +Money is a object +Gas prices going up, and how we s'pposed to solve this +Trade my humble for that GT Bentley +I'm trying to come up +Homey, why you envy? +Ain't my fault, I'm that number one stunna +Don't Get It Twisted was my business summer +Shine the hoes with the cash flows +Buy the Don Perignon, at the optimo +Can I get a V.I.P. at The Lounge, partner? +They never seen a bald-headed homey eating lobster +Trippin' cocktails, all drinks on me +Jokers givin' out tat's +At the party +Time for the brams, to make that cash +Sittin' next to George Lopez +He made me laugh +[Chorus] +(Verse 3) +[Lil' Flip] +In my hood, niggas get money all day +Look, before I hit the blunt, I stop and pray +Each and every day +I never forget +I rap now, but you know, a nigga came from bricks +Catchin' lights movin' white +To get that green +Ain't no furniture, but shit, I got me a flat screen +That was '98 +Now I got cake +In the 18-room grill like Bobby Plate +[Mr. Capone-E] +I got a house on the hills and the house in the hood +A house on the beach, and I'm still up to no good +Acting a fool, tryna stay sucker-free +After party at the club, chill, V.I.P +Cause I'm dressed like the president +Call my chauffer +Ladies love me, so I tell 'em, "Come closer" +And gimme a kiss, cause ya boy made a hit +It's all about the money +Now, just sing +Oh! +[Chorus] +[Fingazz] +Gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right +Gotta get it, gotta get that money +"Fi-fi" +{*scratching*} +"Fi-Fingazz on the track" +We gotta get it, gotta get that money +Gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right +Gotta get it, gotta get that money +Gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right +Gotta get it, gotta get that money + +Hey Love[Verse 1: Raekwon] +Ayo I stabbed her in the mouth +And said peace you know I love you +Meet me in the park, lets park +I'll blow a blunt with you +Nigga I'm the truth kid last seen spotted in Vegas +[?] Kicks on the last lord skatin' +Bankrupt niggas, fuck em' we bank robbers in Chukas +Casino champs who ride around frontin' +Czonka shirts, half moon Caesars +Word to Regis they need us +Them old timer niggas move prestigious +Salmon, back slamma, backgammon playa' +Move V's us niggas all across the board bitches +I truly must say to dudes who upstate I feel ya pain +Now champagne bottles is gettin' drained +We toast to the real ones +Who walk around with silks and knives on +Pumas,[?], [?] on +Dons vs. corny dons, save it +[Verse 2: Stevie Wonder] +Hey love +May I have a word with you? +I'd like to tell you, yeah +Just what I've been going through +My nights are so long +As I watch each hour go by +Hoping and praying +That someday I will be your guy +Hey love +You're my one true soul desire +Hey love, baby +Can you feel this burning fire +Hey love +There's one thing I find so true +When you are near me +I go through a change or two +Hearing your footsteps +I hurry to catch your eye +And I stand there waiting, yeah +But girl, you just walk on by +Say love +With a cold heart you are dealing +Hey love, yeah +It's an awful hurting feeling +Hey love +Don't pass me without some sign +Just look me over, yeah +You might want to change your mind + +Awaiting The Hour[Verse 1: Killah Priest] +The gladiator's here [?] severest +The stage is a colosseum, skull and bone mausoleum +Also they play my rhymes, art museums +Where I display my dark gothic teachings +You can see ’em, my rhymes form from mind storms +Lyrics are blizzard, no signs of warmth +Children behind the corn, big silver rosary beads +Blows underneath my feet +Thick [?] of patchouli oil +Blessed dry hemp inside aluminum foil +Tattered arm, slow motion when I walk back 'round +You hear the Vatican songs, hymns from the Catholic cons +Master my psalms, black skies, Rabbis +Bats fly followed by my entrance +Splendid vengeance venting relentless +Vintage rhymes bless blood, splash guts +Flash to cannon of ash, the aftermath after life is grim +Light turns dim, you grab the mic again +You hermaphrodites will grin +I was born from two Seraphims, pleased the Nephalim +Genesis Six chapter, guess again +The son of God had sex with the daughters +Blessed, name was Walter +Second quarter, I'll bring you all to the alter +Prepare for slaughter and the offering +Arastaph Christ cross in a sling of David +Arming Rob in the haunting bars +I spit Egyptian mysticism +I’m more disturbed than Richard the Third +This is the word +[Chorus] +I'm a Slayer album personified +Holocaust, Columbine +"This is Ill Bill" "Killah Priest" +I'm a Slayer album personified +Holocaust, Columbine +[?] +I'm a Slayer album personified +Holocaust, Columbine +"This is Ill Bill" "Killah Priest" +I'm a Slayer album personified +Holocaust, Columbine +[?] +[Verse 2: Ill Bill] +Undead cannibals unleased for the people feast +I roam with scissors and walk amongst the talking lizards +Drink rain from human skulls with Attila the Hun +While my inner pain is translated and written in blood +Enemies of peace in red robes, evil priests, dead scrolls +Evil beats, Necro, lethal me or else chrome +Enter into the realm of Satan, hell awaits, I elevate +Levitate a billion miles above you when I meditate +All the while the cults section that begin to chill your spine +'Cause I'mma rhyme, repeated words echo through your mind +Blood blizzards, drug wizards, jux [?], guns [?] +Fuck physics, the wife blew me then sucked his dick +She got the hiccups, Gene Simmons, devil horns fist up +Sharper than what got Tony Iommi's fingertips cut +I’ll finger the slut, Mary Mother of Christ now a whore +Slice her across the belly, open the door +Messianic caesarean, Satanic ovarian, delirium +A loose Atherian, imperium, a Christ illusion +Do as thou wilt, your life’s a choosing +Stigmata wounds ooze and Pazuzu possess Susan +Seduced her to use her womb consumed by a doom lucid +Lacerated sky, puss spewing, gooey putrid +Revolting, repulsive, my lightning bolt voltages occultist +A cultist holding the ambulance of codis +Assaulting mind of Moses, my [?] Mohammed +The coming of the comet erupted volcanoes of virus and vomit +[Chorus] +I'm a Slayer album personified +Holocaust, Columbine +"This is Ill Bill" "Killah Priest" +I’m a Slayer album personified +Holocaust, Columbine +[?] +I'm a Slayer album personified +Holocaust, Columbine +"This is Ill Bill" "Killah Priest" +I'm a Slayer album personified +Holocaust, Columbine +"Muthafuck, you're not ready" +I’m a Slayer album personified +Holocaust, Columbine +"This is Ill Bill" "Killah Priest" +I'm a Slayer album personified +Holocaust, Columbine +"[?] from the slum" +I'm a Slayer album personified +Holocaust, Columbine +"This is Ill Bill" "Killah Priest" +I'm a Slayer album personified +Holocaust, Columbine +"[?] from the slum"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +That’s NastyYou fucked up so bad, your body half dead +But you get what you deserve +(...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +On The College Dropout’s 10-Year AnniversaryTen years ago today we finally released what had been my life's work up to that point: The College Dropout +I say "finally" because it was a long road, a constant struggle, and a true labor of love +To not only convince my peers and the public that I could be an artist, but to actually get that art out for the world to hear +I am extremely grateful to each and every person along that road who helped, lent an ear, lent their voice +Gave of their heart to that project, and to all the projects that followed, and are to come +I am honored and humbled by my fans, for the unwavering support and love over the past ten years +I wake up every day trying to give something back to you that you can rock to and be proud of +Ten years later I am still the same kid from Chicago, still dreaming out loud, still banging on the door +The doors may be heavier, but I promise you WE WILL BREAK THEM + +Wrong Ones[SunKiss] +Yeah.. no more runnin +Hahah.. +Yeah no more America's Most and all that shit there +Rockin the mic now +Runnin with my nigga Pun Boogie baby +Lot of niggas fronted +Said they gonna put me on, help me and shit like that there +But you kept it golden with me my nigga +That's right, you fuckers +Dead, and still killin shit! +Chorus: SunKiss + Big Pun +I'm the wrong one to fuck with +Fuck with me and you'll get stuck quick, fuck you suck dick, hah +You ain't got no wins in mi casa +Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa +I'm the wrong one to fuck with +Drivebys in the truck quick, fuck you suck dick, hah +You ain't got no wins in mi casa +Que te pasa, hah ha.. +[SunKiss] +I'm as wicked as Hitler first born +Cause of me, lot of old ladies purse gone +"Kill Niggas Softly" but not with her song +Matter of fact I kill em viciously, brutally +Strip them clowns down to nudity +Shove the chrome where they doodoo be +It's a stick up, don't try to get brave +Don't even chance it Duke +I want y'all motherfuckers strippin like you dance for loot +Don't stop, give it give it - or you gon' get it get it +Get your fuckin Yankee fitted splitted when I spit it spit it +Y'all faggot rappers funny as Saturday Night Live +Creep through in a white 5 and snipe five +Y'all got some trife wives +Show me where y'all re' at, where the ki' at +Sleep eat shit and pee at, park your 3 at +Spark like Vietnam, tell your mom through the intercom +"UPS ma'am sign here," send a bomb +Leave that bitch - roasted and toasted like a chestnut +And if I run out of milk, for cereals, I leave her breasts cut +Got this pitbull and I feed him fresh guts - sick em Cujo! +Steal your bitch and dick the culo +Slam yo' ass and I don't know a lick of judo +Fly to P.R. - stick Menudo +Come back, cop a 6 with two-do' +Cop a brick from you know who, Julio Crew +From Washington Heights in jail I had niggas washin my Nike's +Now I'm squashin the mic, extortionist type +Harsh with a knife +I'm flossin yo' ice on some Bronx shit tonight +Chorus +[Big Punisher] +Cannibalism is livin in my metabolism +Givin em spasms and aneurisms at baby baptisms +That's all my thugs thinkin bout, drinkin your blood +Boriquans love flooded rugs bloody and bloated mugs +Even the reverend can get a severing when I'm beheading +The Armageddon is deading demons, Jesus in heaven +Goin back to spiritual ritual times +What you gon' find - shiftings of Satan in critical bind +Nevermind, I do that often, I've risen often +Bust out my coffin, I'm a livin abortion +Battled the Devil and deaded his demons +Trained other beings to be in his different levels of Hell +Still screamin +Seein bodies bloody and babies bloated corroded +Know the Chinese exploded +Know they run with Gotti who know it (check it) +I never run I never ran, the fattest motherfuckin man +I roll with Cuban makin junk to jams +That's all I'm knowin and I'm never kneed +All on your soul I feed, I'm lettin punk motherfuckers bleed +Fuckin with me, better hide yo' seed +Better think twice, before you ride on me +Cause I'mma lift your weight +Then I'm droppin you in the incinerator +Then I'm hittin the hospital and poppin two in the incubator +That's how we do it pana, hardcore, no more goo-goo ga-ga +Oh I'm sorry pa-pa, was you the da-da? +Chorus 2XEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +On My OwnThis is what they call me +[Verse 1] +Eagle, Eagle Carter man +In a '96 Regal contraband +On my way to the east to the laundromat +Got to wash that money and get on my ass +Gotta flip them bricks it be gone so fast +I got to do something I done blown my last +Dollar holler at your boy on the ave +In that Jeep pidico is what I'm known to have +Shit tend to be slow I put on the mask +And make it Halloween and take all your bags +I say Holly-holly grove won't you go and stand up +And make these motherfuckers understand +I say: "Look coach they pitching at me under hand" +But I'm a designated hitter I adjust so fast +Ya'll men designing women, I'm a woman's man +I'm the Cash Money prince blow the trumpets band, and +They say they want the drugs to stop +But I'm a major set back when my album drop +I got that wet crack flow out ya mami's pot +I got that jet black four at ya mami's spot +I'm trying to get back door I demand it now +Yeah, panic now, you better pan it down +'Fore the neighbors they overhear me tear it down +Yeah it's Weezy F. Baby and his crown, the prince +[Hook - Reel] +This is my town, my home +This is my crown, my throne +This is me on my own +Let's get it on +[Verse 2] +And the hand gun is so included +Don't get it confused I want no confusion +And keep ya ho I don't want your contusions +I make my hoes stop and let the dough keep moving +A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance +It's money over bitches that I am going to keep proving +It's Weezy F, I got ya momma groovin' +Out of all the Hot Boyz she say I'm the coolest +I bought my bag of oranges its time to juice it +This game is a bitch and I'm trying to seduce it +I floss, a awful lot of haters try and reduce it +But the laser on the 45 is eyeing you stupid +One shot to remind you who is +That fly little nigga that's behind the trigger, Wizzle +I'm off chronic combined with liquor +But niggas'll never see me like Momma Tigger +A 80's-baby a fighting nigga +I got it on my mind like a psychic nigga +I'm something you call pepper like a Viking slick +See me over the viking stove I'm whitening bricks +Or in the middle of the shoot out untightening clips +Pop another one shoot back while lighting a spliff +I do this you catching my drift +Representing with my section on my belly and shit +I am the prince +[Hook] +[Verse 3] +So roll the carpet out cause you fucking with a nigga from the royal South +See you either in or you out and if you out stay in cause them warriors out +Those vultures, them cops, and the lawyers out +I just open up the gate and let my hoyas out +No nigga I never call your house I'm probably somewhere taking Toya out +Not answering my phone, man, ignoring ya spouse +She leaving messages about me enjoying her mouth +Hey I'm ready to knock a boy in the mouth +Give me the name naw better yet point him out +Hey, me and the streets got a joint account +I'm from the streets that you need to be warned about +New Orleans whoa they put the gat in your mouth +And we tote a lot of iron to flatten you out +Few roaches but never had no rats in this house +Never tell on one another leave that in the house +Always been a small hustler moving my packaging out +I ever run into some trouble send them savages out +These niggas talking sweet I get them cavities out +I got graveyard fliers man I'm passing them out +Hey bitch nigga get ya ass on the ground and bow down to ya majesty now I am the prince4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Realest Rhyming[Hook] +Buy the car Buy the house +Pimp the wife Pimp the spouse +Throw the diamonds in her mouth Realest rhyming in the south +Back to back track to track none of yall can get with that +Lil' Flip and Slim Thug always making paper stacks +(Slim Thug) +What I want is what I'm buying thats bottom line I'm getting mine +Bump and pine buy the bimb my fifth recline trunk flying +I hit the strip with E and Flip with the mother ship in the 90 eclipse +Number 1 on the grain I grip got kool-aid left in the drank I sip +My candy drip when I buy a car we dranking when I buy the bar +If I could i'll boxed up cause I feel like running in the double car +Slim Thug is who I are I manaja twas with vcr not only a rapper I'm a +Porno star in a marble spa in panama +Needed a break so I bout my boss +Needed a lake so I bout a house +Needed sex so I bout a spouse +Until this day its my biggest loss +Cause I paid the cost to floss big whip me ESG and Lil' Flip +Gone shine behind our lip any mic(microphone) I grip I rip +[Hook] +Buy the car Buy the house +Pimp the wife Pimp the spouse +Throw the diamonds in her mouth Realest rhyming in the south +Back to Back Track to Track none of yall can get with that +Lil' Flip and Sucka free always making paper stack +(Lil' Flip) +In my mouth diamonds glaring +Wearing nothing but Donna Karen +Ridin' red turning heads always keep a yellow staring +Buy the house I buy the block +Buy the boat I buy the dock +Sitting sideways at IHOP watch the trunk see it go pop +H-town players can't take loss +Playing football like Randy Moss +Sippin codeine will clear my cough +Full time playa just like Big Hawk +Make them say "ugh" like Master P +Do the body-rock like P-A-T +Swang and bang like E.S.G +G's and ballers like HSE +If I'm chillin with a girl you got to be star +Sippin white cup it got to be the bar +Blue black and red don't touch my car +Screwed up click is who we are +25 lighters like DMD +20 inch rims on GMC +Space age pimping like MJG +Let the world know I'm sucka free +Like Botany Boyz I'm just a "G" +Living the life of luxury +F-l-i-p is who I be +Hittin the switch scoopy lee +We millionaires and billionaires flying to shows to in rockets +The money you make in a year I got that in my pocket +[Hook] +Buy the car Buy the house +Pimp the wife Pimp the spouse +Throw the diamonds in her mouth Realest rhyming in the south +Back to back track to track none of yall can get with that +Lil' Flip and sucka free always making paper stacks +(E.S.G.) +Like a teacher make a two plus let her know that I'm gon smash her +Heard how you done James Byrd down up in Jasper +Action prison baby its time to kill +E.S.G. and Solo thats ten-thousand x(times) a mill(million) +So wuz da deal all you fake snakes rider real +Better guard your grill and keep your steel nigga get killed on the battle +Field we poppin pill and paying bills make them make steel for the scrill +Then cock my pump back fuck a contract and see if you gone get killed +Sharing his skills on sex appeal how'd it feel get hit with this drill +Catch a pill fucking with the real tell what type of weapon you ain't seal +Cedric Hill I will reveal caught strill from here to Nashville +Flipping good game gripping with grain 84 glass wheel +I don't want no deal I'm a stay independent +I don't want no deal i'll make a mill(million) a minute +Hit the mall and spend it get bended with a top spot sparkle +Black hard to ball regardless as I fall through Neman Markus +They nautios and cautios I go to war on it +Tightest rapper from Houston since the face with the scar on it +Those are the dirty bonnetts opponetts bet buried dead +You should of told that it like its that com back with botany black libray +Red oh scary fed they see the big head I'm made on the last bundle +On a fubu mu goose puna maroo and glass jungle +Thats for my panther and parrots block full of ice and mascara +3 diamond stud young as thug we ain't worried marriage +[Hook] 2x + +Universal Freestyle[Intro: Big L] +Check it out now +Big L, Corleone +Flamboyant Entertainment +One love to my big brother Big Lee, holdin it down from the inside right now +When you come home it's on +Herb McGruff, Universal, Harlem World shit +139 & Lennox shit, "Danger Zone" shit +Check it out +[Verse 1: Big L] +I be twistin' bitches alot, have 'em sit on this cock +I wasn't prepared for this I wrote my shit on the spot +I be droppin' like early August late July +With tracks that will make you cry, hate you die +Stop frontin' you got no dough +Mighta had but not no mo', you mad cause I knocked yo' ho +While cops watch me, I got cats that watch po po +My block loco, don't need a crew I rock solo +On wit my nigga Gruff, these faggot niggas ain't as rich as us +I need chicks to lust, smoke my weed mixed with dust +Go ahead and let your crew soup you up +And the ambulance gon' have to come and scoop you up +Fuck what my last sold, my new shit is goin' past gold +And if you don't agree you's a asshole +Mark my word, you gon' make pump the berg +And spark this herb, 'till homicide chalk the curb, you heard +I never hesitate to buck my gun +Harlem World, y'all know where the fuck I'm fromEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Beware Of The Pale Horse[Verse 1: ILL Bill] +Guerilla Star Wars weapons systems +Controlling my thoughts plus several pistols +The good shepherd listens exercising mental figures +Illuminati enterprises with relentless interest +With it I enter the streets, conspiracy left to witness +Death and sickness stretch across the wilderness, etched in the scriptures +Molested temptresses whisper, plеasures of sex with ancestral sistеrs +Our terrorism influence decisions +Intercepting children, Timothy McVeigh, the federal buildings +The all-seeing eye, nuclear winter +Bleeding sky talking to God screaming, "Why?" with tears in your eyes +Fall on your blade like a samurai, betrayal of his family ties +Agonize, violence amplifies, bystanders die +No reason, tattoo tears, chrome Jesus +Iced out Moses and planet pyramids in Giza +Seeking out your reinvention within the species of deception +Resemble humans but spawned from reptilian conception +Digital Mohammed, critical atomic, pinnacle and violent, cynical Islamic, symphonic +Microchipatronic, chips ahoy, cyborgs are built to destroy +Murder world, I'm like arcade with a billion in coins +Better yet I'm like Bilderberg, pull away the curtain and reveal the word +Throw you in the dirt, split the work +I hit you with Star Wars heaters, helicopter hit your four-seater +Ill Bill the Cult Leader, porn feeder +[Verse 2: William Cooper] +Step into the mind of Jesus, Aramaic teachings +Look through the eyes of Osiris, see I'm wanted in the precincts +Shipped to the depths of Hell with handcuffs on my wrists +The evil eye of the pyramids, the terrorist icepick +Venomous vaccines injected into your blood stream +The resurrection of John Gotti with bulletproof wings +When an angel sing, it's not just another thug's dream +It's the beloved propane with that infrared beam +Pay homage to the holy gladiator, hood saviour +Duct tape to the face of heartless dictators +Hollow tips in the chambers, send traitors to their maker +The eraser, vengeance on my mind like Darth Vader +And it's foul, false prophets lead you to the slaughterhouse +With a smile on their face, poison pour out their mouth +Got caught in the crossfire between angels and demons +So I'm forever at war the hell that haunt my being +Fighting all-eye-seeing, all I'm seeing +Is crime and poverty, the Devil's hand's in everything +From politics to religion, the glitch in the system +Is they can't blindfold my vision, keep my eyes open and listen +Believe half of what I see and even less that I'm hearing +The truth's been called on the walls of ancient pyramids +The secret government responsible for killers' souls +Fucked up, they got you thinking Cooper's the villainEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +No One (Remix)[Lil' Kim] +Yeah, this goes out, to that dude +Yeah, you know w me hit the pavement +You bright up my life baby, you my Las Vegas +My sunshine on my rainy days (rainy days) +A little love from you take the pain away (pain away) +When I'm feeling stressed out, depressed, without a doubt +On my worst days, you bring the best out +Even when we break up, that's for the make up +Sex be the best, for days we be laid up +He even cook me breakfast on 'a wake up +I swear it's like a fairytale made-up +Bonnie & Clyde, noone can separate us +And we gon' ride out til' the feds come take us (yeah, yeah) +My King, I'm his Queen, 1st Lady +Us against the world, just me and my baby +[Alicia Keys] +You & me together, through the days and nights +I don't worry cos' everythings gonna be all right +People keep talking, they can say what they like +But all I know is everything's gonna be all right +No one, no one, no one, can get in the way of what I'm feeling +No one, no one, no one, can get in the way of what I feel for you, you, you +Can get in the way of what I feel +I know, some people search the world +To find, something like what we have +I know, people will try, try to divide something so real +So til' the end of time I'm telling you there ain't no one +No one, no one, can get in the way of what I'm feeling +No one, no one, no one, can get in the way of what I feel for you + +If You Don’t Stop[Intro: Cappadonna] +Never seen nothing like that... +She got a body like.... whatever +Might have to just, try to like slip her my number +In her pocket, like, bump into her +Like I'm trying to pick-pocket her +Diggiler, huh +[Cappadonna] +Beautiful black woman, red, yellow and white women +I got the right woman, some niggas fight women +I build foundations up, and I invite women +I entice women, I love nice women +That's gentle and kind, yo, I stimulate her mind +And she stimulate mine, until she real freaky +Women that love sex get real sneaky +She had me crying when she crushed me, I should of known +When she was with that nigga Jay, and she was fucking with me +Never sold pussy to me, I was fucking her free +Taking her garbage out for her, and sucking her feet +Slobbing her down, hold her by her waistline while I'm crushing her cheeks +When I'm done, I wipe her down and massage her physique +My ghetto princess, ain't nothing sweet +She straight lied in my face, yo, this one is for keeps +Called police on me, plus she be fucking my peeps +What kinda nigga want a bitch that cheat? +[Chorus 2X: Born Divine] +If you don't stop, with the games you play +Girl, somebody's going to get played +And it might be you... and it might be you... +[Born Divine] +One day, lady love caught me, tried to extort me +For my heart and every peace of property +Yeah, she necessary, but secondary to my garden nature +She keeps her pussy like a soultaker +Sexy fly black diva, with connect like genova +Connections, my murial extensions, lights on in the Ac' +Hoop' dog, not tinted, but I'm all up in it +Sweating hard like a race for the senate +She said she love my long verse with the hook in it +To hit, marvelous, and she got hard when I spit +Realest shit, not a trick +Or your, average chick, she on her time +Nine to five school, slow grind, no money +And she never mind, she put in work for the kid +That understand how I live, never sweating for time +Plus she got her own crib, you little devious thing +That came from my rib, you even got a man at home +Laying up, in your bid, paying your bills +Cuz you all up in this here, like some whisper it's Shaton +You all up in this here, and I dare you +To spit and tell the day that I raised the dead +I bring the truth to life, girl, you like a best friend +But you somebody wife, we gotta stop +So this the last time tonight, so meet me at our spot +So we can get it on, cuz a mountain to mourn +When I hit to dawn, your boy Born +[Chorus 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Hit Different[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Like 2 Chainz, nigga +[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +I'm different, I'm different +I'm different, I'm different +Shit different, lit different +Drip different, sip different +Smoke different, hoes different +My bros different, I'm no different +My whip different, I'm stick shiftin' +I tip different, she quit strippin' +My bitch different, I just slip in +It hit different, I switch position +This dick different, it hit different +Got her walkin' different, she sit different +My money different, my chips different +Big difference, like Miss Winfrey's +I know it cost to be the boss, I paid the difference +Like 2 Chainz, nigga, I'm different +[Verse 1: 2 Chainz] +I've been graveyard shiftin', makin' baseball figures +Goin' Karen in the park 'cause I hate y'all niggas +When the drought go down and the weight go fizzup +I'ma tote A-Rod, no J-Lo, nigga +Got a payroll, nigga, count like Kango, nigga +Shoot like Faygo, nigga, soft as Play-Doh, nigga +I can go anywhere that you can't go +I lay your ass down 'bout Halo +Southside, G-Road and Clayco +Can't forget about Heaven and Harmony +Ain't nobody out there harmin' me +Rock the old Atlanta like the motherfuckin' omni, calmly +I got some weapons like armory, uh +So Help Me God, solemnly, yeah +Follow me, follow me, follow me +Follow me, follow me, smellin' like lottery +Lookin' like lottery, came from the Clay like pottery +I got the rage inside of me, I got the gauge on side of me +Just checked my page, I'm proud of me +Folk out the can like potted meat +Stars in my roof, astrology +Teachin' valet the technology +Hustlin', it run through my artery +Probably trappin' and boost the economy, yeah +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +Yeah, the feds all over me, nigga, and I don't even trap no more +Your bae all over me, nigga, but, dawg, you can have that hoe +My side bitch fuckin' my main bitch, they don't even clash no more +My side bitch fuckin' my main bitch, uh +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +I've been talkin' to myself +I told myself, "I gotta get my shit together" (Together) +Man this shit is just like Tetris +Get the bricks together, make 'em fit together (Together) +Got a line on everything +Man, I can give whatever and get this shit whenever (Whenever) +Uh, I can ship this shit wherever +Ten bathrooms, I can shit whenever (Whenever) +Just 'cause you see me with her +That don't mean me and the bitch together (Oh, no) +I've been cheatin' on my bae +And now me and bae'll fuck a bitch together (Oh, oh) +With two horns stickin' out the GOAT head +You know he's just the devil (Oh, oh) +And this shit right here, this shit right here +[Refrain: Lil Wayne] +This shit different, lit different +Drip different, sip different +The pack different, the Act' different +My bros different, I'm no different +Got no ceilings, no ceilings +No ceilings, it's missin', it's missin' +In your feelings, you're trippin' +Come up missin', good riddance2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +O.D.[Intro: Kwamé] +Mayday, mayday, I need you to turn this thing up +Turn-turn-turn this thing up, and make noise +Mr. Mef, Mr. Mef, Kwamé, Kwamé +Let's go, let's go +What we about to do right now is +[Chorus: Kwamé & Method Man] +OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em +Time to lose it, y'all, and do it to the music, just +OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em +Ain't nothin' to it if you put your back into it and +OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em +I'll walk you through it, let you know just how to do it +The M-E-T-H, yes, I OD it +Get you high like I'm light to the day, I OD +[Verse 1: Method Man] +Okay, let's get it on (Who wanna get it on?) +Let it pop like Perignon (Who wanna get it on?) +Hit right, don't get wrong, got it, now get gone +Any dog tryin' to shit on my lawn get shit upon +Can you smell the herb smoke in my clothes? +I'm a jerk and it shows +Chicks be dancin' like they workin' the pole +Back to Meth, man, I'm hurtin' 'em, though +Fuck a knock, I burst in the door +You want it? I'm the person to know +Let muthafuckas take it personal +'Cause half this industry suck dick or hope to be the first to blow +Man, I'm witty, unpredictable - on any track I rule +It don't take much for me to act a fool and just +[Chorus: Kwamé & Method Man] +OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em +Time to lose it, y'all, and do it to the music, just +OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em +Ain't nothin' to it if you put your back into it and +OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em +I'll walk you through it, let you know just how to do it +The M-E-T-H, yes, I OD it +Get you high like I'm light to the day, I OD +[Verse 2: Method Man] +My nigga, roll with it, flow with it, push the six-four with it +Low-low kitted, wood finish, hood and it show +Flow with it, blow with it, see that dough, go get it +What I do with it, though, ain't none of your business +Yo, spit when he talkin' in tongues? +You'd be amazed how often it come +That piff got me coughin' up lungs +I'm tryin' to get bread (Y'all offerin' crumbs) +Like y'all ain't tryin' to see Meth lickin' his thumb while he sortin' his ones, trick +Flow 'bout as hot as the sun get, my blunt lit +And I don't hit the track, I run shit (I'm slum, bitch) +Fuck y'all, never did trust y'all, back to ready to bust off +Kickin' that dust off, you know I just +[Chorus: Kwamé & Method Man] +OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em +Time to lose it, y'all, and do it to the music, just +OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em +Ain't nothin' to it if you put your back into it and +OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em +I'll walk you through it, let you know just how to do it +The M-E-T-H, yes, I OD it +Get you high like I'm light to the day, I OD +[Verse 3: Method Man] +I'm an equal opportunity ass-kicker +These ass-lickin', brown-nosin' rappers is ass-kissers +Who need they cash quicker than a sip in the glass slippers +Then pass liquor 'til he pass out, I'm that nigga +Mami got that hourglass figure who back bigger than crack +Mr. Mef, ain't know I did it like that, did ya? +If the track is iller, then the rap realer, Meth, the fact spiller +Wu Killa Beez slash Gilla +Now that we're up in it, I might just spit, I'm nice, they shit +If death's a motherfucker, life's a bitch, ain't it? +Young, Black, and dangerous, my gun double lead that spit bangers +That leave you on the edge of your seat like cliffhangers, and I +[Chorus: Kwamé & Method Man] +OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em +Time to lose it, y'all, and do it to the music, just +OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em +Ain't nothin' to it if you put your back into it and +OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em +I'll walk you through it, let you know just how to do it +The M-E-T-H, yes, I OD it +Get you high like I'm light to the day, I OD + +No Label[Intro] +DY Krazy +Ayy, it's so crazy 'cause I made this song off another nigga feelings +Know what I'm sayin'? What he going through with his bitch +Know what I'm sayin'? He actually one of my dogs +Know what I'm sayin'? So, here you go +[Verse 1] +We ain't talk in a minute, so don't hit me up +And I mix my feelings with prescription drugs +When I fell to my knees, you ain't pick me up +When I was down on my back, you said I ain't rich enough +And we ain't talk about no sex 'cause you ain't get it up +And I don't want you to suck my dick 'cause you ain't spit enough +You an ungrateful lil' bitch, said I ain't spend enough +You told me you want your ass shots 'cause you ain't thick enough +I'm in the trenches with the sharks, I ain't have a heart +Some nights I ain't wanna talk, I left you in the dark +You was lurkin' on my page, you became a narc' +You was writing bitches back, that shit went too far +And I carried you on my back like I ain't have a car +You was kinda mad I hang with murderers +Bitch, you Instagram famous, but you not a star +Instagram famous, but you not a star +[Chorus] +Bitch, I made you, took you out the hood and I saved you +While them other niggas tried to play you +Bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you un— +I ain't want a label, I ain't want a label +I ain't tryna be your friend, or your man, or your husband +I don't want a label +[Verse 2] +You steady throwin' your pussy, but I don't want none +I got a wife, so after me you gotta fuck Von +Then Ikey, then Booka, then it's more fun +I kick her out slick as hell, tell her, "Store run" +I know a couple divas, that's still a secret +The bitches I made eat it, you would not believe it +This shit was never easy, I move strategic +Me and two, three singers, we had a threesome +Back to back, fuckin' back to back, off the perky +Back to back, told her all them lies, I was perfect +Always tryna run the streets deep, I was thirsty +Gotta watch my back, a lot of niggas tryna hurt me +That's why I keep my .50 and my .30 +Niggas ain't on shit, they washed up, detergent +Big Backwood, sat back and burned it +I'm better, hot like a furnace, yeah +[Chorus] +Bitch, I made you, took you out the hood and I saved you +While them other niggas tried to play you +Bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you un— +I ain't want a label, I ain't want a label +I ain't tryna be your friend, or your man, or your husband +I don't want a label5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Conceited (There’s Something About Remy)See, this ain't nuttin that you use to +Out of the ordinary, unusual +You gotta have the mind state like "I'm so great" +Can't nobody do it like you do +Miraculous, phenomenal +And ain't nobody in here stoppin' you +Show no love 'cause you wassup +Look at yaself in the mirror like what the fuck +Damn, I look good +And can't nobody freak it like I could +Yeah, OK, I got a little fat, but +My shorty told me that he like it like that +I'm happy +Another me there never can be +See, I'm so outstandin' +Don't care if they can't stand me +I'm sittin' on top of the world like Brandy +See, I look too good for this necklace +And I look too good to be wearing this +You know I look way too good to be innocent +I'm conceited. I got a reason +See, I look way too good to be driving that +And I look too good to be buying that +You know I look way too good to be trying that +I'm conceited. I got a reason +Now who's that peaking in my window? +Nobody 'cause I live in a penthouse +Baby, I'm sorry, but I'm sexy +And all I want you to do is just bless me, let's see +This kid that I'm waitin' on +He said he love when my jeans look painted on +Wit a tight white tee, you ain't quite like me +Probably why I'm always getting hated on +Now shorty trynna push up on me like a Wonderbra +Listen, when I speak out I wouldn't want you take it wrong +Now number one, I don't need you +Ya name's Q, I only see you when I see you +Listen two, you can never play me +(Why is that? Why is that?) +'Cause I'm such a fuckin' lady +Three, it's all about me and I don't wanna talk about it +If you love to hear it, here it go +I wrote a song about it +See, I look too good to be fucking you +And I look too good to be loving you +You know I look way too good to stuck with you +I'm conceited. I got a reason +See, I look too good to be gettin' with +And I look too good to be havin' kids +You know I look way too good to be in the crib +I'm conceited. I got a reason +Oh, oh, oh, oh +I don't know what I'm doing +I can't stop, my body gone moving +I'm boppin' and poppin' to the music +He's watching me and he's about to lose it +I'm droppin' that hotta den drop it like its hot +Face down, ass up wit some new shit +I'm outta control wit it +Dip it low, pick it up slow, poke it out, now roll wit it +My thong showin', but it's cool, my shoes go wit it +Now all I need is a room wit a pole in it +See, I look good and I'm knowin it +But I was never to proud to be showin it +See, I look too good for this necklace +And I look too good to be wearing this +You know I look way too good to be innocent +I'm conceited. I got a reason +See, I look way too good to be driving that +And I look too good to be buying that +You know I look way too good to be trying that +I'm conceited. I got a reason + +Show Em[Intro: K CAMP] +Camp! K CAMP +Lately, I've been gettin' money +(Big Fruit) +[Hook: K CAMP] +Lately, I've been gettin' money +I can't help how you feel +Baby you a real one, get hit, show 'em you real +Show 'em you real, (4x) +Lately, I've been gettin' money +I can't help how you feel +[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] +Lately, I've been gettin' a whole, a whole lot of money +My haters they been gettin' a whole, whole lot of nothing +I can’t help that I'm this hot, I'm so so blessed +You have fun wit them riders I’m so, so fresh +Everything I touch turn gold +I’mma winner +Lately, its playboy mansion pussy might dig ha +You don't no my struggle everyday, anotha bag ask the world +Who the man? +They gone tell you boosie badazz +Call it my freedom, now I'm eatin', they got whiplash +7- 45 on my wrist, right now I'm so rich +I can't help how you feel +Cuz you feel how you feel +I’m just gon' do me and continue to be too real +6 different hustles, now I'm bringin' in a new year +Thank god, real music been saved, boosie boo hear they mad +Bout as cold as me, minors on they knee's +Ever since I been released, money falling off of trees! Errbody know- +[Hook] +[Verse 2: Wankaego] +I'm gettin' cash +My own crib, my own car +Sittin' back, gettin' money bags +I'm swimmin' in I, l-l-lone shark +Countin' checks, that GPS don't stop beepin' +Like da sound off, that navigation, lead me to the paper +Like on star, them trap niggas they love me, them whack bitches ain't nothin' to me +Cuz ain't none of them hoes above me +I'm so dope, I blow cash, you hoes broke that's yo' bad +You can't afford my tote bag, I'm killin' shit +Toe tag, see me in the whip, like deuces go hang ya self +Y'all nuisance, we turnt up, we turnt out +My liquor straight, no juices sittin' +By my radi in the gettin' bread, like I work at panera +Panoramic roof, who disappear it, I reappear it in the panarama +[Hook] +[Verse 3: Webbie] +You know me, I grew up straight up off fast money +That Maserati jag money, stop handcuffin' dat bitch +Sound like a band don't it? It seal up like a man don't it? +I expect them bands on it, we get hoes, then we fuck 'em +They gon' brag on it, you can talk that talk +Can you walk that walk with bout 8 times ass on ya? +Had my lil' bitch turn every song, into her dance floor +Oh that ain't nuthin', you should see her with no pants on +I first night my girl, my relationships don't last long +But it be so fun while it be lastin' and I last long +And she lick on my tattoos, while I blast on her +And I see that pretty pussy, see dats da one to call +[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +AnxietyLyrics from Snippet +[Verse] +Bad bitches is tryin' me +And I know that it's mad niggas that's tryin' you +[?] started the anxiety +… +She probably fucked some niggas that'll break your fuckin' heart +She probably fucked some niggas + +I’m Not Havin’ It[Verse 1] +[P]Uhm, what's up baby? I been eyeing you +Time and time again, I been trying to +Get a little closer, but you won't let it +[L]Well if I see something I want, I just go out and get it +I'm like a fluzy I'm choosy and I don't fall for tricks +Cause guys be running games, like the New York Nicks +[P]But on the square dear, you know, your style really temps me +[L]Don't try to gas me up on a tank that is empty +[P]I'm Positive, and I'm kicking the facts +[L]Well I'm Lyte, and you got to kick it better than that +[P]But I'm all the way live, but I'm definitely not crabbing +[L]There are just certain things I'm just not having +[Hook] +[P]Excuse me miss +[L]No, I'm not havin' it +[P]Excuse me miss +[L]No, I'm not havin' it +[P]Excuse me miss +[L]No, I'm not havin' it +[P]Excuse me? +[Verse 2] +[P]You think you're all that [L]No you think you're all of this +With your baby, baby talk, and your "Excuse me miss" +[P]Well I smooth, and hey look, it's only right +I thought that we could get together, and maybe we can ... +[L]Yeah sounds good, but guys like you just wanna hit and run +Look, we're not the two, and I'm not the one +So if ya got some thought of taking me to bed +Kill that! And get a five dollar crack-head +[P]But I'm all the way live, but I'm definitely not crabbing +[L]There are just certain things I'm just not having +[Hook] +[Verse 3] +[P]I think you try to diss me or play me like I'm cooly +[L]No, matter of fact love, I think that you're a cuty +There's just certain things you don't understand baby: +Every woman wants to be treated like a lady +[P]So what? You want me to kick it as if I'm a doc? +[L]Listen to what I'm saying and shut ... +I'm just tryna put it, so I can make something happen +You just turned me off by the way that you was gabbling +[P]Look I'm all the way live and I'm definitely not crabbing +A bit of change for a woman, that's what I'm not having +[Bridge] +[L]I keep feelings inside, I know who I am +[P]Step to yourself, cause I don't wanna hear it +[L]I keep feelings inside, I know who I am +[P]You're not getting younger, you're just getting older +[Verse 4] +[L]What do you get when you fall in love? +You only get lots of pain and sorrow +So for at least until tomorrow +Friend. I'm never gonna fall in love again +But getting back to the topic of convo +In my book hone, you are a no-no +[P]C'mon I'm clean, cut, and dapper, you got to admit that +I don't sell drugs and I ain't with the wack track +I'm cool and calm, my phone is mine +You don't see me snatching taste, and acting wild +Excuse me miss, I think you better get with this +[L]Scan it damn, cause I'm simply not having it +[Hook] + +No Mercy[Hook] +No mercy, no mercy, no mercy +And I won't back down +No mercy, no mercy, no mercy +And I won't back down +[Verse 1] +Undisputed, Tunechi +Let's talk some sports, baby, I know my sports, baby +From the field, arena, octagon, to the court, baby +The new kids on the block, over here at Fox +Dominating the debate +Now they take a second take, uhh +Hold up, wait, it's time to skip all the other stuff +It's Shannon Sharpe the sharpest, that's why he cutting 'em +You don't know Skip Bayless, rock, you been under one +Eyes don't lie, just hope you see where I'm coming from +Numbers don't lie, this a Fox Sports One-on-One +[Hook] +No mercy, no mercy, no mercy +And I won't back down +No mercy, no mercy, no mercy +And I won't back down +[Verse 2] +No, let's go face to face, I embrace debate +I don't make mistakes, I just make my case +Drops mic when I'm done, what more can I say? +I bite to my tongue, I don't like the taste +I'm on in the morning, I own my opponents +I'm always in the zone, need to zone out to zone in +And we could get it popping, pick the topic if you want it +Skip and Shannon, skip that hopping +Took these fours and made a posse, alright +You are kidding me, whoa +[Hook] +No mercy, no mercy, no mercy +And I won't back down +No mercy, no mercy, no mercy +And I won't back down +[Bridge] +No feelings, relentless +Fearless, relentless +Fearless, relentless +Fearless, relentless +[Hook] +No mercy, no mercy, no mercy +And I won't back down +No mercy, no mercy, no mercy +No mercy, no mercy, no mercy +And I won't back down +No mercy, no mercy, no mercy +And I won't back down +[Outro] +No feelings, relentless +Fox Sports One6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Clean Up Man[Intro] +As you know, I'm a playboy +I do what I want when I want +But I'm always there for that special lady who need someone to talk to +[Chorus] +Baby, I'm the clean up man (Yes I am, baby) +I'm the clean up man (I make you feel good) +I do what I want (Do what I want) +And I ain't tied down to no string +Baby, I'm the clean up man (Yes I am, baby) +I'm the clean up man (I listen, baby) +I do what I want, I screw who I want +And I ain't tied down to no string +[Verse 1] +Baby, I'm the clean up man (Boosie Badazz) +You can call me any time, I'll be right on time +To clean up things (I got you, baby) +You can cry on my shoulder like a baby (Like a baby) +I'ma wipe your tears, girl, like your lady (Like my baby) +You're goin' bad, I got some money for you, baby (I got you) +Get your hair fixed for you and your nails done (You lookin' nice) +Every time you say thanks, I say you're welcome (Welcome) +[Chorus] +Baby, I'm the clean up man (Yes I am, honey) +I'm the clean up man (I make you feel good) +I do what I want (Do what I want) +And I ain't tied down to no string +Baby, I'm the clean up man (Yes I am, baby) +I'm the clean up man (Yes I am, baby) +I do what I want, I screw who I want +And I ain't tied down to no string +[Verse 2] +Why you cryin' and shit? (He just keep cheatin' on me) +What he did you, baby? (He don't do nothin' for these kids) +I got you, baby (I just need to get away) +I'll take you honey +Take you back to the spot with me +Make the bed come and rock with me (Uh, uh) +Your man don't need to know nothin' 'bout me +And when you're goin' through it baby, make sure you call me +[Chorus] +Baby, I'm the clean up man (Yes I am, baby) +I'm the clean up man (I got you) +I do what I want (Do what I want, yes sir) +And I ain't tied down to no string (I ain't on no string) +Baby, I'm the clean up man (Yes I am, baby) +I'm the clean up man (Yes I am) +I do what I want (Do what I want), I screw who I want +And I ain't tied down to no string (Hah) +[Outro] +Baby, I'm the clean up man +You make it messy, I clean it up for you, partner +If you ain't hittin' that pussy right, I put a fine tune on that pussy +I'm the clean up man +If you don't wanna listen to her +I'll give her a few minutes to tell me what's on her mind +Boosie Blues CafeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +50 Cent’s TattoosBack: +Southside +50 +G-Unit +Neck: +Beau +Stomach: +Love & Hate +Right Arm: +Marquise +Ax +Left Arm: +Shield +Right Forearm: +Angel +Left Forearm: +Cross +Right Hand: +G-UnitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +It’s a Wrap[Intro: Leathafase] +Roll up, (pop them motherfuckers) +(It's a wrap), yeah, (it's a wrap) +Short story, (actual actual) +For y'all faggots, (homo niggas) +Get in line, (stand up) +Throw your hands up (fire in your ear) +Yeah, knowhatimsayin, (true indeed) +God, you the first, (sing it baby), spit! +[U-God] (Leathafase) +The hot fly shit, do or die forces +Motion detectors, alarmed in the fortress +(More of this, blow the door frame off the henges +Columbian drug lord) Part time business +Ties with the civic, build a house out in Venice +Six A.M., will have the heart to playin' tennis +(His name was with jealous, they finance the figures +Attended your figure) Close the book on the sinners +[Chorus: U-God (Leathafase)] +When the hammer snap, heat claps (it's a wrap) +Niggas want the streets back (it's a wrap) +Son, we off the meat rack (it's a wrap) +Slick slang, speak that (it's a wrap) +[Leathafase] (U-God)] +When the smoke clears, the hell fire flares +Twenty gorilla killas, runnin' down spiral stairs +To the bible I sware to complete the contract +(Slugs in slow motion, pierce and contact +Fierce in combat, killin' flow level +Runnin' up your threshold) Gunnin' down rebels +Plottin' down revenue, a score to settle +Post it up by the door with the gorgeous metal +[Chorus] +[U-God] (Leathafase) {both} +Now you're paranoid, sniffin' the yae (clippin' the SK) +Clip a cigar hash (in a marble ashtray) +Grip these chains and kiss the cross on his necklace +Pop the rocket launcher, blew a new engine +(If it's all respected, how we deaded the suplier +He's wired up, bullets don't phase, and we fired up) +Return fire, blew over toothpaste, scalped 'em +Off the balcony {he face down in the fountain} +[Chorus] +[Leathafase] (U-God) {both} +With his last breath, this die hard villain +(Let off a hundred shots, took a chunk out the ceiling) +Revealing the coke stash, with snow in the mansion +(Reflections of the fire base, glowed on his hand gun) +Shots flyin' random, let the lead spray +(Sun, he shot me) But I aimed for his head +(Flame off lead, point the sword into his ribs) +Spoke his final words (He held a picture of his kids) +In the mixture of the biz (the shotgun impact) +{Blew his brains back, then cancel the contract} +[Chorus] +[U-God] (Leathafase) +Fool, you can't beat that (it's wrap) +[Chorus] +[Outro: Leathafase] +Motherfucker, it's a wrapEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Diego[Intro] +We all in Margielas +They treat me just like Griselda, nigga +These bitches is jealous +They just can't understand a bitch, no +I know, I know +I know, I know +I know, I know +I know, I know +[Pre-Hook] +We moving that Blanco, that Blanco +They wanna be Blanco, I'm Blanco (I'm Blanco) +I got all this work like I'm El Chapo +Just made a million, I need 8 mo' +[Hook] +They call me Blanco +They treat me just like Griselda, nigga +Just call of the plug +And tell him that I'ma be at him, nigga +I'm whipping the Wraith +I feel like I'm in space from the roof +I trap out the coupe +[Verse] +They call me Blanco +I get that work from El Poncho +Driving it back from California +Like Juice in the Bronco +Quarter mill get you cinco +That's wholesale, lil' nigga +Oh, your girl got you locked down +Need to post bail, lil' nigga +Stand still, this ain't a treadmill +This a belt scale, lil' nigga +Upscale type of bitch +Money making like mitch +Got a million dollar pitch +I feel like Randy Johnson +Cook a bitch like Action Bronson +And leave the foreign parked right on Tompkins +[Bridge] +They call me Blanco +'Cause I like them Tony Montana niggas +Birds in the Phantom +And drop the shit off in Atlanta, nigga +I know, I know +I know, I know +I know, I know +I know, I know +[Pre-Hook] +We moving that Blanco, that Blanco (that Blanco) +They wanna be Blanco, I'm Blanco (I'm Blanco) +Baby on my hip, nuevo +Just made a million I need 8 mo' +[Hook] +They call me Blanco +They treat me just like Griselda, nigga +Just call of the plug +Aand tell him that I'ma be at him, nigga +I'm whipping the Wraith +I feel like I'm in space from the roof +I trap out the coupe +[Outro] +Gang, gang, gang +Gang, gang, gang + +The Rockers[Intro: Action Bronson] +Bam Bam +La musica de Harry Fraud +[Hook: Action Bronson] +White leather to the knee, we in the tropics +Left hand is switching speeds +I'm in the cockpit +Straight from Flushing man, we known for using chopsticks +Problems getting dealt with, never pop shit +Hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty +Know I hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty +Know I hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty +Know I hit you with that dropkick, Marty Jannetty +[Verse 1: Action Bronson] +Rock this Shawn Kemp, kamikaze +Burning cheese, Saganaki (opa) +Greek shit, whole team sick +Hoe bitches from Cleveland on my dick because I rap +Fuck it, make it clap +Throw the money in the air then pick it up +I'll take that back, bitch +Homie hold me down +Homie throw me phony pounds +The scent of dollars like some crispy garlic golden brown +Addicted but ain't nothing prescripted +Baby clams from Montauk, mix it up with the linguistics +Bitch I'm high +[Hook: Action Bronson] +White leather to the knee, we in the tropics +Left hand is switching speeds +I'm in the cockpit +Straight from Flushing man, we known for using chopsticks +Problems getting dealt with, never pop shit +Hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty +Know I hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty +Know I hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty +Know I hit you with that dropkick, Marty Jannetty +[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] +Uh, know I hit you with that hot shit +Straight up off the block, roll up pot shit +Niggas just don't wanna go to school +Act like they are, but they not sick +Money all up in my pocket, putting diamonds in everything +See me out I look rich as fuck, clothes smelling like Mary Jane +Ride coastal been on every plane +Say these guys close, but these guys loco +When they see me they non-vocal +High as fuck I need bifocals +Kush got me moving slo-mo +Steak and eggs in my dojo +It's some Gs in there +Need some weed? I'm there +All these cars I own, ain't no keys in there +Tapping young niggas out, rolling weed out an ounce +Now I got a bigger crib +Repping what I live about +My hair long, my weed strong, so they staring +My weed strong, my money long, I ain't caring +[Hook: Action Bronson] +White leather to the knee, we in the tropics +Left hand is switching speeds +I'm in the cockpit +Straight from Flushing man, we known for using chopsticks +Problems getting dealt with, never pop shit +Hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty +Know I hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty +Know I hit you with the dropkick, Marty Jannetty +Know I hit you with that dropkick, Marty JannettyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Danger 2004[Intro: Ol Dirty Bastard] +"When the east is in the house" Jeru the Damaja (sample) Oh my god! (2X) +Yo East New York in this muthafucka, Blahzay Blah in this muthafucka +Brooklyn in this muthafucka, Dirt Dog in this muthafucka, it's on point +Come on baby let me jump, let me see you body rhythm pump +Come on baby let me see you go, let me see you, like go, go, go +[Outloud] +Aiyo, my timin' is so precise, gangsta all my life +I don't get get robbed, I control the heist +Cold as ice, still mountin' this whole device +Life's a gamble, so I roll the dice +I tamed up, still I'm up and coming +Auto start, put on my sneaks, truck is running +Bad broads, that's beyond Beyonce +Eatin' on my body like a dinner at entree +What ya'll critics gonna say, don't even risk it +Forget Pillsbury, eat this Blah Blah biscuit +Ya'll watered down the game, man, like bar liquor +It's nothin' for me, I just buy the bar quicker +Oh my God, nigga, I'm in the house, and I'm rowdy +He been doin' this since five thousand on an Audi +Remember "Danger!" Yo, ya'll know Blah +This is grown under water, ya'll ain't even in my sonar +[Hook: Outloud (Ol' Dirty Bastard sample)] +The east is in the house like (danger) +About to, turn it out like "Oh My God" (danger) +Put the barrel in your mouth like (danger) +I see the dipper through a blouse, it's "Oh My God" (danger) +Me and Dirty on the floor like (danger) +Me and Dirty pimpin' ho's like "Oh My God" +[Ol' Dirty Bastard] +So then you act like you love my little baby +And you know that I act a little crazy +Come on baby let me jump, let me see your body rhythm pump +Come on baby let me see you go, let me see you, like go, go, go +I'm on the streets lingo, spendin' the spingo +Eazy-E lingo, doin' the dango, the vet' don't wear Kangol +I dare pump my shit, at the club, actin' strange, yo +Smack ya'll niggas in the face, yo +Got wiggas in the place, yo, block party in this muthafucka +I'm the only round actin' like sucka, sucka bitch ass puffer +So don't play this muthafucka, or watch you bird clucker +So don't let yourself break yourself +With the sip and tumble, that will take yourself +I move with that heat that smoke you in your head, man +The shit war, time to take, man, take man +[Hook 2/3] +[Outro: Ol Dirty Bastard] +Come on baby let me jump, let me see your body rhythm pump +Come on baby let me see you go, let me see you, like go, go, go + +Shorty Right There[Intro: Streetlife (Inspectah Deck)] +Yo, what's poppin' off out here son? +Yo, hold up, I think that's my baby mama on the phone +Damn, yo, hold on, yo hold on for a second +Yo, man, you see shorty right there (look at shorty right there) +Yo, I'mma call you back in a second, aight? +[Streetlife] +Yo, excuse me Miss Thang with your nose ring +The way your body swing, you make a nigga wanna sing +I can tell by the bling-bling, you like the finer things +And you highly motivated by what money brings +You got a dope fetish, attitude to go get it +A little athletic, no need for cosmetics +A little bowlegged, street smarts and good credit +You got the best part, that's why you actin' hard headed +It's a man's world, baby girl, don't forget it +But what's a thug without his ladybug, I must respect it +I know a woman's worth, ladies come first +I'm the Sun, you're the Earth, mother of the universe +I know what you like, you go for the street type +Who keep the g tight, and hit the G-spot right +I just might, call my wife +Tell her "Baby, I'm not comin' home tonight" +[Hook: Streetlife (Inspectah Deck) {both}] +Damn (yo look at shorty right there) nah, look at shorty right there +{I need you in my life, girl, girl} +(Yo look at shorty right there) nah, look at shorty right there +(Look at shorty right there) damn +{In my life, my life} +[Inspectah Deck] +Yeah, checkin' baby girl with the wavy curls +Precious lady pearl in the shady world +Please to meet you, your dress fit as if see through +Niggas treat you like royalty and dream to freak you +Diva in your own right, keep your home right +Bad bitch with the switch, let's trip the strobe lights +Tight with the Power-U, I'll devour you +Everything about you, make me scout you +No doubt, boo, make me fiend for a taste +Your hot like a fireplace, shows in your face +Now, come out the closet, baby girl, it's safe +Just a taste, of sex, lies and videotape +Let's skate, but late on the way, sound clever +Drinkin' brown leather, she down for whatever +We he call tomorrow, that's the question asked +Call it love at first sight, til the next one pass like +[Hook] +[Streetlife] +Look at shorty right there, with the six-pack +Lookin' like a fruit snack with the shoe strapped to her knee caps +[Inspectah Deck] +Look at shorty right there in the blue Range +With the two bangs, high in the eye, she's a true dame +[Streetlife] +Nah, look at shorty right there, with the mini skirt +With pink finky shirt, the way her body jerk make my jimmy hurt +[Inspectah Deck] +Nah, shorty right there, the amazon +Six foot three, with the glasses on, built for a marathon +[Streetlife] +Look at shorty right there with the big hips (where?) +With the group of chicks, aiyo, lady who ya'll rollin' wit? +[Inspectah Deck] +Shorty right there, with the white dude +In the sky blue, knowin' she fly, friend is right too... +Look at shorty right there! + +You’re Nobody (Til Somebody Kills You)[Produced by Jiv Poss, Puff Daddy, Stevie J and DJ Enuff] +[Intro: Puff Daddy] +Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death +I will fear no evil, for you are with me +Your rod and your staff, they comfort me +You prepare a table for me, in the presence of my enemies +You anoint my head with oil, my cup overflows +Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life +And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever +[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] +Niggas in my faction don't like askin' questions +Strictly gun-testin', coke-measurin' +Givin' pleasure in the Benz-ito +Hittin' fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's +Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats +Run up in your crib, wrap you in your Polo sheets +Six up in your wig-piece, nigga deceased +Muah, may you rest in peace +With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours +Four-four and fifty-four draw +As my pilot, steers my Lear; yes, my dear +Shit's official, only the Feds I fear +Here's a tissue, stop your bloodclaat cryin' +The kids, the dog, everybody dyin', no lyin' +So don't you get suspicious +I'm Big Dangerous, you're just a Lil Vicious +As I leave my competition, respirator style +Climb the ladder to success escalator style +Hold y'all breath, I told y'all +Death controls y'all, Big don't fold y'all, uhh +I spit phrases that'll thrill you +You're nobody 'til somebody kills you +[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Faith Evans (Puff Daddy)] +You're nobody 'til somebody kills you +(I don't wanna die, God tell me why) +You're nobody, 'til somebody, kills you +(I don't wanna die, God tell me why) +[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] +Uhh, uhh +Watch Casino, I'm the hip-hop version of Nicky Tarantino +Ask Nino, he know +Green with envy, the green tempts me +To make the rich the enemy, and take their cheese +Take their spots, take their keys, make my faculty +Live happily ever after in laughter +Hah, never seen Cristal pour faster +And to those bastards, knuckleheads squeeze lead +Three of mine dead, nothin' left to do +But tear they ass to shreds, leave 'em in bloodshed +Incidents like this, I take trips +Lay up in Miami with Tamika and Tammy (huh) +Some Creole C-O bitches I met on tour +Push a peach Legend Coupe, gold teeth galore +Told me meet 'em in the future later +They'll take me shoppin', buy me lavender and fuschia Gators +Introduce me to playa haters and heavy weighters +Rich bitch shit, drinkin' Cristal 'til they piss the shit, uhh +Thorough bitches, adapt to any borough bitches +Be in spots where they were no bitches, you feel me +Reminisce on dead friends too +You're nobody 'til somebody kills you +[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Faith Evans (Puff Daddy)] +You're nobody 'til somebody kills you +(I don't wanna die, God tell me why) +You're nobody, 'til somebody, kills you +(I don't wanna die, God tell me why) +You're nobody 'til somebody kills you +(I don't wanna die, God tell me why) +You're nobody, 'til somebody, kills you +(I don't wanna die, God tell me why) +[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] +Uhh, uhh +You can be the shit, flash the fattest five (that's right) +Have the biggest dick, but when your shell get hit +You ain't worth spit, just a memory +Remember he used to push the champagne Range (I 'member that) +Silly cat, wore suede in the rain +Swear he put the G in game, had the Gucci frame +Before Dana Dane, thought he ran with Kane +I can't recall his name (what was his name?), you mean that kid +That nearly lost half his brain over two bricks of cocaine? +Gettin' his dick sucked by Crackhead Lorraine? +A fuckin' shame, duke's a lame, what's his name? +Dark-skin Jermaine, see what I mean? +[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Faith Evans (Puff Daddy)] +You're nobody 'til somebody kills you +(I don't wanna die, God tell me why) +You're nobody, 'til somebody, kills you +(I don't wanna die, God tell me why) +You're nobody 'til somebody kills you +(I don't wanna die, God tell me why) +You're nobody, 'til somebody, kills you +(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Wu Tang At It Again DJ Riddler Mix[Raekwon] +Word up to ferrier man +Shout out to ferrier +Got about six of my minks in that bitch man +Word up man +Its going down man +Listen to the plan +Automatic money + +Calvin Klein Freestyle[Verse] +Ayy, jumpin' out the Benz, ayy +Two-seater, probably fit the twins, yeah +Lookin' through my lens, yeah +I feel like I'm him, yeah +They actin' like they him, that is me, I'm not them, they not my friends +Yeah, everything on me so strong, no cologne, yeah, I'm shinin', uh +Every time I can't chill with you 'cause you know these boys out here, they be linin' +And they be lyin' +Walk around too fresh, Calvin Kleinin'EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +The Replicants Ancient Aliens Freestyle[Sisqo harmonizing, wooing, and yeah-ing, in the background underneath the duration of the freestyle, no lyrics] +Bronson do this +Bronson do that +Bronson too woke, and his pockets too fat +He always on the run, livin’ life like a movie +Ten roses is carved into the handle of the Uzi +Wit the black trench dragon +Doing donuts in the black Benz wagon +You know your boy is just a young hot hunk that got a keen eye for real estate +Side to side, switching lanes in the dealer plates +From New Jersey +Shoot the gun with curly hair, look Dominican in thirty years +Bitch +Young Baklava +I might fall out the Wrangler, but I’ll never fall in love with a stranger +Moonlight struck my face 9:30, bye bye birdie +Young Bronson. +Motherfucka rappin like his tongue pierced, I wear 4XL in the CarharttEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +OofOof + +Flex Like Ouu[Intro] +Ooh, ooh +Lil Pump +Ayy, ayy, ayy +Oh my God, Ronny +[Chorus] +Move them bricks to the bando like ouu +Move them bricks to the bando like ouu +Diamond on my wrist and it look like glue +Diamond on my wrist and it look like glue +Walk in the club and I flex like ouu +Walk in the club and I flex like ouu +Maison Margiela all over my shoe +Maison Margiela all over my shoe +Pull up swerving in a coupe +Pull up swerving in a coupe +Pull up swerving in a coupe +Pull up swerving in a coupe +Move them bricks to the bando like ouu +Diamond on my wrist and it look like glue +Walk in the club and I flex like ouu +Maison Margiela all over my shoe +[Verse] +Made a couple bands in the kitchen (Kitchen) +Made a couple bands water whippin' (Brrr) +Take a nigga bitch, go missing, ouu +Bitch, I ball like a piston, ouu +Bitch, I flex, Ric Flair, damn +All they do is stare, ouu +Lil Pump really don't care, no +Told a bih "Lil Pump, yeah, ouu" +Everybody know I'm up next, yeah +Everybody know I flex, ouu +I run through these checks, ouu +I flex on my ex, ouu +Left four bands in the trap (Trap) +Left four bands in the trap (Four) +Smokin' on loud pack ,ouu (Brr) +Smokin' on loud pack, ouu +[Chorus] +Move them bricks to the bando like ouu +Move them bricks to the bando like ouu +Diamond on my wrist and it look like glue +Diamond on my wrist and it look like glue +Walk in the club and I flex like ouu +Walk in the club and I flex like ouu +Maison Margiela all over my shoe +Maison Margiela all over my shoe +Pull up swerving in a coupe +Pull up swerving in a coupe +Pull up swerving in a coupe +Pull up swerving in a coupe +Move them bricks to the bando like ouu +Diamond on my wrist and it look like glue +Walk in the club and I flex like ouu +Maison Margiela all over my shoe44EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Thug Me Like That[Intro] +Lil Boosie Badazz... +[Verse 1] +Nah I promise you to come home at night (yeah right) +I promise you to always treat you right (yeah right) +I promise to be down for you and never cheat (and never cheat) +But when I'm with a dime piece I can see them tears flyin' down your cheek +(Why you thug me like that) Cause I'm thug +I pull away from girls when we start fallin' in love +Was gonna take you on a cruise but I changed my mind (I changed my mind) +I always promise you the movies but I have no time +I'm with my niggas half the day and she ain't feelin' that (no) +While she at home cookin' and cleanin' I'm gettin' stacks +She love a nigga but I be damned if she trusts a nigga +But the sex still a 10 when we fuckin' nigga +And she like +[Hook] x4 +Why you thug me like that (I swear to God) +I don't mean to +Sometimes I feel like I don't need you +[Verse 2] +Now I promise not to leave ya pussy wet (yeah right) +I promise you to show you some respect (yeah right) +I guess I live the life of a superstar +Drivin' all these fancy cars +And real talk I mayne I can have any broad +Plus I +I hate to see you cryin' +I hate to tell you lies +That's why deep inside she be like +"Boosie, Why you thug me like that?" +It's just in me +Been doin' girls wrong since I stepped off in McKinley +Hate to put my hands on ya cause I feel bad +I wear a rubber when I'm fuckin' but you don't feel that +They got a lot of women wrong +Got a lot of women strong +But when you got a superstar you gotta hold on +Superstar gon' try to fuck all these hoes (yeah right) +But when they zip down them bows everything alright +My nigga bleak he like "go home to your old lady +She catch your ass slippin' she gon' bust that 380" +[Hook] x4 +Why you thug me like that (I swear to God) +I don't mean to +Sometimes I feel like I don't need you +[Verse 3] +Look this how I play it if I ever fuck with ya +I'mma fuck another girl see if you go fuck another nigga +(Why you thug me like that) Cause I'm Boosie Badazz +If she don't suck it I act mad +I can't do nothin' but laugh +I make these girls cook for me and don't even come by +I hope this dirty shit don't come back on Tarlaysia and I +I make the girl pussy wet when I look in her eyes +So Boosie never surprised when he get in them thighs +I got my heart broke at 14 that was way way back +So all the girls after that it was straight pay back +I like to lay back and take trips and dress you up +But when you start mouthin' off you messin' up +So shut it up +Would you forgive a real nigga (answer that) (for real) +Would you still be with him (answer that) (for real) +If he had another baby put you in a situation +Would you forgive him or leave him and hate him +Damn +[Hook] x4 +Why you thug me like that (I swear to God) +I don't mean to +Sometimes I feel like I don't need you +X2 +Boosie why you thug me +Boosie why you thug me +Boosie why you thug me like that +X2 +Boosie why you thug me (I don't mean to) +Boosie why you thug me +Boosie why you thug me +Boosie why you thug me like that +[Outro] +This song +Dedicated to them celebrities (haha) +Who be thuggin' like that +And they don't even mean to +But at the same time +Yeah right (yeah right)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +50's My Favourite[Intro] +I took a sip of the potion +Little SK, a little Goose, now I’m loose +[Verse 1] +Quest for the cheddar I bought shiny Beretta +I’m firing squad hard, you niggas should know better +Than to bump with Ferrari, district calamari +I kill like rebels in Warri, I’m sorry +I ball like I think I’m the Prince of Abu Dhabi +Black gold gush out the ground +Gun powder fly out the pound +I turn a clown smile upside down +That’s 3 time zones in my watch face +Still hard to tell time with diamonds all over my watch face +Twinkle like I’m outta space, I'm the big dipper +You a little dipper, pipe down little nigga +Nice wheels, but don’t talk money, that's what I'm about +I could fit your house inside my house +And your neighbours and ya yard, oh my God +This shit ain't about shit so I ain't gon’ go hard +Now kick push, kick push, get the fuck outta here, kick push +[Hook] +You’re now being hypnotised, close your eyes +And say 50′s my favourite, 50, 50's my favourite +I’m not the the one to play with, I mean what I say, bitch +50′s my favourite, 50, 50′s my favourite +Still on that gutter shit, forever on that gutter shit +50′s my favourite, 50, 50′s my favourite +I know you love that shit, real niggas be loving this +50′s my favourite, 50, 50′s my favourite +[Verse 2] +Oh shit, now a nigga floating +That Luger German, thats Kush burning +I’m Einstein on the grind, my wheels turning +I’m out in Cali +Not in Hollywood, Silicon valley +I’m bout to get rich, I mean real rich +I’m talking Facebook and Spotify type shit +I’m not a programmer, I use ghetto grammar +Slang, pussy, I’m strong as David Banner +The Hulk, my money come in bulk +And if this shit go bad I go back to the dope +Now pay attention to the murder I wrote +This my light shit, my heavy shit on the album +Lets get right, bitch +[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Judgement Day (Roni Size Dub Remix)[Intro] +(10) Ten let the countdown begin +(9) I was born in the mind +(8) Take the head of a snake +(7) Behold Armageddon +(6) Ain't no love for the rich +(5) Only strong will survive +(4) 'Cause we live by the sword +(3) For the black and the blue +(2) For the Sun +(1) +(10) Ten let the countdown begin +(9) I was born in the mind +(8) Take the head of a snake +(7) Behold Armageddon +(6) Ain't no love for the rich +(5) Only strong will survive +(4) 'Cause we live by the sword +(3) For the black and the bluе +(2) For the Sun +(1) Step into millennium +[Refrain] +Comе on, I said come on +I said come on +Come on, I said come on +[Chorus] +(10) Ten let the countdown begin +(9) I was born in the mind +(8) Take the head of a snake +(7) Behold Armageddon +(6) Ain't no love for the rich +(5) Only strong will survive +(4) 'Cause we live by the sword +(3) For the black and the blue +(2) For the Sun +(1) For the Sun, for the sun, for the sun, for the sun +For the sun, for the sun, for the sun, for the sun +For the sun, for the sun, for the sun, for the sun +Step into millennium +[Refrain] +Come on, I said come on +Come on, I said come on +[Chorus] +(10) Ten let the countdown begin +(9) I was born in the mind +(8) Take the head of a snake +(7) Behold Armageddon +(6) Ain't no love for the rich +(5) Only strong will survive +(4) 'Cause we live by the sword +(3) For the black and the blue +(2) For the Sun +(1) For the Sun, for the sun, for the sun, for the sun +For the sun, for the sun, for the sun, for the sun +For the sun, for the sun, for the sun, for the sun +Step into millennium + +Lovin’ You[Intro: Inspectah Deck] +What is love? Love is love +What is love? (Loving you) +[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] +Yo, examining her hourglass frame +Exotic name, passion, splashing the fly fashions +On the 2 Train, words soothing her brain +There's the cue, cross the platform, she 'bout to exchange +She rose slowly in planted a kiss +And in the same motion, bounced off with the switch +Couldn't let here go, before the train pulled off +She gave me a look that described my thoughts +And I was hypnotized by her ebony eyes +She wised to my scheme, made her temperature rise +Hours later, still zoning off the moment +Happened so fast, it's over with +And now you're gone, like the same short time +But stay so heavy on my mind, I'm... *loving you* +[Verse 2: La The Darkman] +Yo, I met a bad chick, model actress +Soft as a mattress, said she was catholic +Physically attractive, earth-toned skin +Thick but thin, looked like she just came off an island +Rolled in Porsches, lady was gorgeous +I'm trying to ram bar down her mental fortress +Loved my name, La song, how'd you like to have my 4th born? +I'm the God, I'll be your umbrella in a storm +We can smoke, parlay, see a ghetto matinée +Don't worry about me, young thug, 'cause I'll stay... *loving you* +[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] +Dana was a girl I knew, she was true +Twist Ls with the crew, bust the gat, too +Had the stash labbed for when the Jake rushed +'nuff heat to grab, razors in bags +Letting me rest my head, wild fugitive +Accepting all collect calls throughout the bid +Like a big sister, I've got major love +She braid my hair, plus hold a gun in the glove +While you girls move like slippery eels +You the diamond in the rough that been keeping it real +That's why you're closer to me than most I roll with +Smoked bones, rolled dice and made dough with +And now you're gone like the same short time +But stay so heavy on my mind, I'm *loving you* +[Outro: sample] +Loving you + +Cinema[Verse 1: GZA] +There was a clubhouse, owners kept special guests in +Place much darker than the room I rest in +Creepy spot where the dust covers the floor +And some fishing rods is hanging on the door +Painting on the wall of stick figures +That's rumored to walk out the frame and get bigger +Where the imagination runs wild, like who's creeping +Neighbors are acres away and probably sleeping +Wind that's blowing makes the sounds of ghost +Thieves in the room makes you feel really close +Remind me of this late night thriller +I watched the other night, they never caught the killer +Bats that's flying in every direction +Got to stay low and roll with the protection +Visitors that often stay for the summer +They heart beat, like the roll of a drummer +[Hook 2X: Justice Kareem] +I can feel the presence all around me +The scene isn't funny, I got those chills +I can feel the presence all around me +The scene isn't funny, it's all too real +[Verse 2: GZA] +The moon was full, the sky was black, the bathroom +Hear a crack, wolves roam in packs +In the dining room, a chair rock back and forth +Pulled the table cloth 'til the silverware fell off +Cups and glass plates hit the floor and shattered +Three Blind Mice heard the noise and scattered +Front door was open, welcome mat was soaking +The blood of Christ, plus all four locks were broken +In the backyard, two dogs would growling +They're barking, the eyes and they teeth was sparkling +I started to sweat, they started to get closer +Then I saw a face on a wanted poster +An outlaw who stayed with an empty holster +Used to shoot mugs of beer off the coaster +Make a move to turn the light switch on +Jump up, my jacket was torn +Pages from the photo album begin to turn +Wax dripped from the candle as it slowly burned +Then the lights had started blinking, as if the power was gone +The room become foggy, as if the shower was on +Words was written in the steam on the mirror +In bold print, couldn't have been any clearer +TV was giving out sounds without a picture +And a voice kept saying "I'mma getcha" +[Hook 2X: Justice Kareem] +I can feel the presence all around me +The scene isn't funny, I got those chills +I can feel the presence all around me +The scene isn't funny, it's all too real + +Slow Mo[Intro] +Cook that shit up, Quay +Run that shit from the top, Turbo +[Chorus] +Dope man got extendo +Living room, three Dracos +Sellin' gas like Citgo +Got a ho spot on the sixth floor +I don't ever stay, just give and go +Hope my girl don't never know +These niggas 12, you'll never know +They got paperwork they'll never show +Sippin' syrup, I'm in slow mo +Got it engineered by Turbo +Ridin' 'round in a low low +You only live once, YOLO +I can't drive my car 'cause they know it's me +I don't drive slow, all I do is speed +I'm on Adderall, I don't never sleep +Goin' hard, fuck 'bout who in front of me +[Verse 1] +Nigga out of line, he gon' rest in peace +Shout out big game, he gon' rest in peace +Signed a deal for two mil last week +I get one-five, give the rest to P +I ain't never got to rap, I'ma sit in that trap +I'ma run up them racks, yeah +I was sittin' in that pen, I was still gettin' it in +I ain't never goin' back, yeah +Never save a ho, always give and go +Give her what she want, never tell her no +Grind hard, ain't never goin' broke +I'm rockin' Loub's, I got spikes on my toe +On the yacht, it was me and Lil Boat +I'm a slime, I'll fuck any nigga's ho +Real easy like einy meany miny mo +When she see the money she gon' go +She know I'm a hundred, I ain't told +She know under pressure I won't fold +I ain't goin' fed, I ain't fuckin' with the cops +Y'all niggas lyin', y'all really need to stop +Spray a hundred rounds every time we spray a block +When the beef get to me I ain't never gon' stop +[Chorus] +Dope man got extendo +Living room, three Dracos +Sellin' gas like Citgo +Got a ho spot on the sixth floor +I don't ever stay, just give and go +Hope my girl don't never know +These niggas 12, you'd never known +They got paperwork they'll never show +Sippin' syrup, I'm in slow mo +Got it engineered by Turbo +Ridin' 'round in a low low +You only live once, YOLO +I can't drive my car 'cause they know it's me +I don't drive slow, all I do is speed +I'm on Adderall, I don't never sleep +Goin' hard, fuck 'bout who in front of me +[Verse 2] +Hop out and go crazy nigga, I'm just blazin' nigga +Ain't blood but I'm blazin' nigga, I go crazy nigga +My chain cost one-eighty nigga, I tried to save them niggas +Nigga you can't save that nigga, catch that nigga, spray that nigga +Leave it up to god when it happen +If I wasn't rappin' I'd be trappin' +Rental car, blendin' in with traffic +Gettin' a load in on the tractor +I got 'em scared, they knowin' I'm a factor +Jumped in the game, ran it up faster +Hundred racks bustin' out the plastic +Leavin' Magic City with a dancer +Made myself a boss, I'm from Atlanta +I put a half a pint in the Fanta +FN make it hard to keep my pants up +Ridin' 'round the city in a Phantom +Kidnap a rapper, make him pay the ransom +Niggas be fake, so we don't even dap 'em +They knowin' I'm real, you can go and ask +Before I was rappin' I was gettin' them bags in +[Chorus] +Dope man got extendo +Living room, three Dracos +Sellin' gas like Citgo +Got a ho spot on the sixth floor +I don't ever stay, just give and go +Hope my girl don't never know +These niggas 12, you'd never known +They got paperwork they'll never show +Sippin' syrup, I'm in slow mo +Got it engineered by Turbo +Ridin' 'round in a low low +You only live once, YOLO +I can't drive my car 'cause they know it's me +I don't drive slow, all I do is speed +I'm on Adderall, I don't never sleep +Goin' hard, fuck 'bout who in front of meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Black Devil[Verse 1:Prodigy] +Evil bastard +Cut throat warmonger +Backstabber, betray your own mother +You double tongued, double talk cause you two face-ed +You triple 6 with a hiss like satan +No good snake you only speak lies +Slime bucket scum of the universe +Your eyes reveal that you have no soul +And expose your true colors I see you +From three million miles away +That you's a sneaky motherfucker but you can't fool me +You not my bro, you not my sis +The devil doesn't have a skin color or a complexion +So you not my brother you not my sister +Your skin might be brown +But I know that you down with about two billion demons +Listen just stay the fuck away from me or get killed for treason +Against The Most High +You might got these other people scared of you +But that shit don't fly +Over here we laugh at you but it's not a joke +Because people need to know about the black devil +[Hook] +[Verse 2: Prodigy] +Yeah, the real outcast your time is up +It's not the end of the world, it's the age of aquarius +You's a deceiver +You got the whole world confused in a daze like some rats in a maze +You's a shape-shifter +I don't care if you the pope, the president, or prime minister +King queen, prince or princess +You just fronting for the public and you fronting for the press +But behind closed doors +What really goes on is +Ritualistic, cannibalistic, sadistic, masochistic +Some real sick shit +The most wicked there is that ever lived +Under the sun the infamous day walker +The movie Blade is just metaphorical +Yes, the greatest trick that the devil ever pulled +Is convincing the world that the devil don't exist +People have no clue +They looking for a red man with a pitchfork but that's just not true +Some say that it's the white man +But yo I'm here to let you know if you ain't know about the black devil +[Hook] +[Verse 3:Prodigy] +Knowledge of equality of all people +Even though physically we not all equal +Erase the racism +The only thing I see when I look at a person is good or evil +But the 'black man is god' +Yeah that shit sound good +But that shit don't apply when you try and get a job +This is real world music, reality rap +We spent too many years on that fantasy crap +It's time we deal with the facts +And the fact is you ain't better than somebody because the color of your skin +I did three years in prison +And the white boys showed me more love than any of my so-called niggas +So you can go and ? your doctrine +The only thing that matters is you negative or positive +And you can go to hell even where I'm sure you'll be fine with the rest of your kind +People are so blind, so deaf, so dumb +Which proves you want to battle with the war not done +You might got these other people fooled +But you can't fool we because we know that you a black devilEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +ArguementsMartin Lawrence(speaks while choruses are sang):"look here, lemme tell you something, ya know. I'm tired a arguin im tryna share this wit chu,ok? I'm tryna giv this to yooou, ya know what im sayin? To Yooou, you know? This..if you don't, y-you can't get wit the indoor pool, the outdoor pool, or lil music studio thing, the little bowlin thang, ya know what im sayin? Hm, this is yours. But chu don't like that, then fiiine man. You can leave. You can allllways leave. I'm not holdin you here" +Chorus) +We can't even sit & talk +Witout chu arguin +Girl you must be outta your mind +You're the one who started it +(Gangsta, ugh!) +1st Verse: +I gotta girl at home +But she don't cook +I have my condoms in the store cause she won't look +And she neva-eva go to the grocery sto +So I figure it's safe to pull a grocery-ho +She was buyin Alize out the liquor aisle +She said, 'i hope its not too ghetto' +Rock-Dawg, Gold Force, Baggy style +I kept her number on file +For my girl be actin wyld +Like last week, I told her take me to the mall +But she don't drive +My otha girl picked me up at 3:05 +She got a brand new car, sixteen +Now the car only 1 yrs old, oh +Man, but the body look grown, "whooa!" +Before I catch a case I betta take my ass home +Where the problems is +Arguments be daily like +Carson is +Martin again: +Fuck you. Fuck yooou. I on't give a fuck whatchu have. This little indoor-indoor, outdoor pool, little bowlin alley. Material buuullshit. It don't mean shit. It don't make what's in the muthafuckin heart" +(Chorus) +We can't even sit & talk +Witout chu arguin +Girl you must be outta your mind +You're the one who started it +(I'm gangsta, ugh-ugh) +2nd Verse: +Hol' up, wait a second man +That's that thrift sto info +That's sauce again +Why don't chu talk to the mouth a the horses +Bout my porshes? +Condo's in front a the golf courses +Instead you stay up +Count every second like a fake rolley +I'm real, so you know I move real slowly +The way this relationship should go if you know me +I ain't call you +You wanna know why? I mean you know why +How on the low I push jet-skee's so I +Couldn't return them pages, on my motorolla +Nextel, my cell it don't work down there +And what happened in cancun, stay down there +What's happenin here, made me wish I stayed down there +Take a seat. Why you always makin a beef? +You know these walls too thin in this apart-a-ment +Now everybody hearin our arguments +What the problem is?!?!? +Martin again: (audience laughs & applauds) "Why you actin like this? But letchu have some fly shit. Some nice beautiful shit. (Gangsta) They act like they gon leave yoou. You can tell em look here, Ya know. I'm tired a arguin" +(Chorus) +We can't even sit & talk +Witout chu arguin +Girl you must be outta your mind +You're the one who started it +(I'm gangsta, ugh-ugh) +Last Verse: +Man boo you know what I do +So don't trip when I come home after two +Or three or four +I ain't messin wit them girls no more...this week +The benz coup is so sweet +When I roll down the street +Tears roll down her cheeks +She said, 'you must love that car more than me' +A nigga I was wit chu before the cheese +So you need to work on your priorities +If she went wit 'Fabulous' +I bet that she'd be a: +AR-GU-IN-G, Please +I'm not actin like this cause I'm gettin spins on +WU-KR, Cin-ci-nat-ti +You think I get my voice so deep +Like WU-KR, cin-ci-nat-ti +That's how much of a fuck I give +You seen cribs? That's how the fuck I live +As far as this... +(Chorus) +We can't even sit & talk +Witout chu arguin +Girl you must be outta your mind +You're the one who started it + +Big Things[Verse 1] +Get yours nigga +'Cause I'ma get mine +In due time +Everybody gotta shine +Get yours, I spray nines +I say this one time +The last time, I swear to y'all +I'm from where +The dope fiends is at +And killers crawl +And snitches call police +On these niggas, and street +Corners everybody's like +Smokin' marijuana and +Snuffin' niggas in faces and startin' drama and +Shootin' niggas, cold blood, just kill 'em, so what +With the fo' pound go nuts +Better slow up +Before you get your ass sewn up +Nigga never gon' grow up +Drinkin' the Henny +But he know he gon' throw up +Tryin' to make crack sales +What it look like? Future for a black male +Don't want to make my momma cry +On a front page for a homicide +Fly whips, all I wanted to drive +Where chicks get blunted and ride +Do 105 in the fast lane +And a fast pace, chasin' the papes +Spendin' chips on big chains +And the dimes that give brains +That was a 80's and 90's thing +Now I'm into big things +[Chorus] +Nah, I ain't fuckin' with you +Now I'm into big things +Gotta get my life together man +'Cause now I'm into big things +Nah, I ain't gon' ride with you +'Cause now I'm into big things +Nah, I can't do that shit no more +Now I'm into big things +Nah, I can't fuck with you +I'm into big things +Nah, I ain't gon' stand on no corners +I'm into big things +Tired of talkin' small talk +I'm into big things +I'm into big things +The big things +The big things +[Verse 2] +When I started this +All I wanted was cars and cribs +Like other rap artists but +Do I know where I'm goin' to? +Can I forget when I came from? +I be showin' you +Another style I'ma flow for you +Can I make somethin' wild +I can throw for you, flow for you +Make it bi-coastal +Take it to heights +That some of y'all can't come close to? +Some of y'all +Want to talk like hoes +Worse than bitches +And when y'all niggas see me blow +Bet it hurt like stitches +No competition +I stop and twist 'em +Hit 'em like a mafia proposition +I rap and y'all stop and listen +Thinkin' back to when I had not pot to piss in +Look up at a nigga, now +Rocks that glisten +Can't stop my mission +Make another LP drop +I'm hittin' with the new shit, exclusive +No time to get caught up in a crime +I ain't have shit to do with +Used to chase the hoes +Now I chase the dough +Is y'all bitches gonna help me get paper? +No! +[Chorus] +Nah, I ain't fuckin' with you +Now I'm into big things (ill) +Gotta get my life together man (uh huh) +'Cause now I'm into big things (big things) +Nah, I ain't gon' ride with you (nah not no more) +'Cause now I'm into big things (fuck y'all) +You know I can't do that shit no more (why?) +Now I'm into big things +Nah, I can't fuck with you (why?) +I'm into big things +Nah, I ain't gon' stand on no corners (why's that?) +I'm into big things (uh) +Tired of talkin' small talk +I'm into big things +I'm into big things +The big things +The big things +[Verse 3] +I go past y'all (UH-HUH) +Y'all got the glass jaw (UH-HUH) +And when I hit it, admit it +Y'all on ya ass y'all (UH-HUH) +We on the same team +You don't wanna pass the ball +Chuck and gunnin' for dough +You want to score +But you really don't know how to to ball +I put you on +It was me that introduced you to wealth +Crossin' me is like shootin' yourself +Wanna blow so fast, now do it yourself +You ain't shit now +You was so ill, why you never came out? +Where ya clique now? +Where you sit now? In the back seat +Mad 'cause I flip styles and I pack heat +Make you run laps like a pro athlete +And I done that +From my experiences +I appear relentless +Take more time +Just to hear my sentence +I'ma tell you what's real +And what could stop you from makin a mil' +You could prevent this +When niggas don't see eye to eye to you +Lie to you +Wanna get high with you +Want to eat food off of your labor +And take food off your table +'Cause they don't see your vision +Don't understand your mission +Is to make history +While you here +How long you plan on livin'? +Not forever +At least to 140 +Pray for me, I'm tryin' to eat +Like the niggas who bought +Motown off Berry Gordy +Good God +[Chorus] +Nigga I'm tired of games +I'm into big things +Gotta get my life together man +'Cause now I'm into big things +Tired of talkin' small talk +'Cause now I'm into big things +I'm into big things +The big things +The big things +Man we already did that +Now I'm into big things +No time to get sidetracked +Now I'm into big things +Get money now besides that +Some more big things +I'm into big things +The big things +The big thingsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Butterfly Doors[Intro] +CB on the beat, ho +Butterfly doors (Brr) +Jetski, Jetski +Yeah +[Chorus] +Butterfly doors (Ooh) +Space coupe look like a UFO (Whoa) +Smokin' on dope (Damn) +They call me Yao **** 'cause my eyes real low (Low) +Pourin' up fours (Whoa) +Baby mama whip a pot on the stove (Whip it) +Ain't no joke (No) +You the type of nigga go cry to a ho (Ho) +Butterfly doors (Doors) +Space coupe look like a UFO (Whoa) +Smokin' on dope (Damn) +They call me Yao **** 'cause my eyes real low (Low) +Pourin' up fours (Whoa) +Baby mama whip a pot on the stove (Mama) +Ain't no joke (Brr) +You the type of nigga go cry to a ho (Ho) +[Verse] +If I go broke, I'ma kick doors (Kick doors) +I'ma go back to sellin' nicks at the Citgo (Citgo) +I can't go (No) +Hop on a flight if I ain't got my pole (Pole) +Smellin' like gas through the border patrol (Patrol) +I ran outta drank so I canceled my show, whoa +I piss on these racks on the floor (Brr), oh +I got a Glock in my trenchcoat (Uh-huh) +Canceled the show, lost a 100K (100K) +Made that shit back in like half a day (Half a day) +Just got outta jail, got another case (Whoa) +Jack a nigga car and his license plate (Goddamn) +Two Lamborghinis with the butterfly doors (Butterfly) +I feel like the old Gucci, bitch, I'm burnt and I'm froze (I'm burnt, yeah) +[Chorus] +Butterfly doors (Ooh) +Space coupe look like a UFO (Whoa) +Smokin' on dope (Damn) +They call me Yao **** 'cause my eyes real low (Low) +Pourin' up fours (Whoa) +Baby mama whip a pot on the stove (Whip it) +Ain't no joke (No) +You the type of nigga go cry to a ho (Ho) +Butterfly doors (Doors) +Space coupe look like a UFO (Whoa) +Smokin' on dope (Damn) +They call me Yao **** 'cause my eyes real low (Low) +Pourin' up fours (Whoa) +Baby mama whip a pot on the stove (Mama) +Ain't no joke (Brr) +You the type of nigga go cry to a ho (Ho)32EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +A Milli (Mixtape Version)[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Bangladesh +Young Money! +You dig? +Mack, I'm going in +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +A millionaire, I'm a Young Money millionaire +Tougher than Nigerian hair +My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair +I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed +Through the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind +'Cause I don't write shit ;cause I ain't got time +'Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar +And the almighty power of that ch-ch-ch-ch-chopper +Sister, brother, son, daughter, father, motherfuck a copper +Got the Maserati dancing on the bridge, pussy popping +Tell the coppers, "Hahahaha +You can't catch him, you can't stop him" +I go by them goon rules +If you can't beat 'em, then you pop 'em +You can't man 'em, then you mop 'em +You can't stand 'em, then you drop 'em +You pop 'em 'cause we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher +[Break: Lil Wayne & Cory Gunz] +Yeah, motherfucker I'm ill +Yeah, Wayne, I'm going in +[Verse 2: Cory Gunz] +I'm illy in here with them Young Money millionaires +Think you really pop a wheelie in air? +Mac Milli, the Vanilli's in here +I'm a rascal, don't get whopped +I get brats who don't give top +I get tassel, pass you with a flow you could never put a brake on +And I break on anything a nigga take on +Feel the napalm from my trey arm, straight long +Throw a nigga like I'm Akon, cause I'm acorns +Where the base gone? get the base blown +Let the Pistons on that chopper +Come on, cops, I'm kamikaze, drop a rock with them Obamas +Illie in the mind, really with the nine, millie when I rhyme +Silly anytime fine, chilly, gitty on the grind +Shitty on a dime, Penny on the line +Plenty's in me, any guineas with 'em +Bigger than a mini, and remind I'm +Illy, and it's all off G.P.s and a PG walk by, beep-beep +Need a freak, skeet, hawk out, big feet on a jeep +She caught by Weezy F +We be the best, truly to death, prove me the rest +Groupies confess, you be the ref, excuse me, I left +Haha! +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +A millionaire, I'm a young money millionaire +What, 'chyall really want it? Nah, y'all don't really wanna do it +If hip hop is dead, I am the embalming fluid +And I don't care who it be, I'm steppin' to it +Notice I say 'it', cause to me, it ain't shit +Get, it? +Call me whatcha like, trick, call me on my Sidekick +Never answer when it's private, man, I hate a shy chick +Don't you hate a shy chick? I had a plate of shy chick +And she ain't shy no mo', she changed her name to "My chick" +Yeah, boy, that's my girl +And she pops excellent up in Wayne's world +Totally, dude +You should see their faces when they see that this robot can move +[Break: Lil Wayne] +And it say... +Hahaha, yeah +And it go... +That's right +[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] +A millionaire, I'm a +Young Money, Cash Money, fast money +Slow money, mo' money, never no money +What is that, who is that? I never heard of it +I will take your picture and make a "Rest In Peace" shirt of it +Some should take this beat and make a "Rest In Peace" shirt of it +Because I killed it, now, don't tell no one you heard of me +It's like the beat was screamin', "Murder me!" +And I'm a murderer, so I murdered it +And you niggas is what I'm eating, I'll make sure of it +And he who don't believe me, I'll make dessert of him +Sherbet him, I mean, shame on him, or her; Carter, father of +This rap thing, this is my race +Go on, take a lap, man, Weezy Baby's nursery +Now, gon' take a nap, man, it's naptime +I'll holla back at you at snacktime +[Break: Lil Wayne] +Weezy... +F... +Yeah, OK +[Verse 5: Lil Wayne] +They say I'm rappin' like B.I.G, Jay, and 2Pac +André 3000, where is Erykah Badu at, who dat? +Who dat said they gon' beat Lil' Wayne +My name ain't Bic, but I keep dat flame, man +Who dat wanna do dat, boy? You knew dat, you dat swallow +And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels +I don't O-U like two vowels +But I would like for you to pay me by the hour +Haha, and I'd rather be pushing flowers +Than to be in the pen sharing showers +See, Tony told us this world was ours +And the Bible told us every girl was sour +Don't play in her garden, and don't smell her flower +Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawnmower +Boy, I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowry +Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me +Man, life just ain't life without me +Hip-hop just ain't hip-hop without me +[Outro: Lil Wayne] +Young Moola, baby +C35EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Determination[Intro: Raekwon] +I really don't need to be *fuckin* wit ya right now +I need to movin' around in the air, circlin' Manhattan +Real smooth +[Raekwon] +Here we go again son, black Harrison *Ford* on the run +One, beef in the field, it's real +Highly recommend shield, Lee rocks, still he rock +Got the blue laser, grill, like Martin *Scorsese*-ah +Jumpin outta limo's, *expos*, black rentals +Chasin *niggas* through the projects, prolex +Moseyin', 15 of us, five trucks +Crazy deluxe, bound by honor, *nigga* what? +Tailin' us in boats and land, *40 cal* in my hand +Made the left... Lex fam +Sho enough what, *Hummer* craft lookin' up, what? +Kid the chipped out *flex* now I'm stuck +Bounced on him, public announcements say they want him +Any ideas? Where he at? Cops want him +Changin' the gear the same footwear +Runnin like a crook, yea, no love here +*Fuck* yea, we up there +Had a little *drugs* there, they was there +Pass it kid, *Novocain* caught a slug there +Had it mastered in flight school, *nigga* go whip a plane +Drivin land, map *shit* out, go to night school +Bronze star, feelin' who we are +Half animal, whole lotta love, black God +Standin' front and center, from here to winter +Grip the *splinter, shoot it sideways, nozzle on, pop-it* +(nothin' but determination) +Ready to hit somethin, pop *shit* wit somethin +Blow *blimps* on the mad rubber grips, big lips on it +Rollin wit top rank medals, hands is like *Graig Nettles* +Bright link, purple heart, swim bezzle +Hearin' the horn of Josh, movin' like the moss +Executive decision play large +Caught a blip on the radar, screen him out +Fightin' like like Julio *Cesar*, blaze y'all +Mayday, mayday, chasin' me, CIA, KGB, FBI, DIA on they way +Trynna chase down the God, this Afro-African'll lace ya +[Chorus 3X: Raekwon] +Nothin' but determination +[Raekwon] +Part two kid, establish brainpower, truth did +Yo it's realer than a *fuck* now, ain't stupid +Trash three hundred thousand in cash, guerilla mash +Brass this gat, TNT *niggas* on my *ass* +Play for real, Lex will, I suggest still +Clear my own *shit*, let the press ill, let's bill +Make it to the UN, doin' bout a thousand in the blue M +Frogmen repped out foolin', *left all the American Express cards* +Left the passports, timeshare, *shit up on* in *Escort* +Bail 'em, bustin his *joint*, Chief O'Hara +That old, *Louis McDarren*, see the waves through the mirror +Spot that, hop that, through the top back +Ready to lock somethin', down for the cause, stop that +You play the king, I play the *pawn*, who the king of the Swarm? +You wrong, where's the evidence, watch the *fire* arm +Wit eternal affairs there, I knew I had little bits of love +Hopin' it'll be fair, he watch me, heavy Roxy scene +He clean though, American *Cream* Team let him leave +See the moral of the story, feelin' me like +Mordon and Glory when they came for me +Had fifty on the line, look at mine, all dressed down +Handlin' nines, know the time + +Wayne Down On Me(*Prod. by The Legendary Traxster) +[** "Wetter" by Twista {Sampler}:] +[** feat. Shanell:] +[Shanell:] +I'm calling your daddy* +Daddy +Can you be my daddy +Daddy +I need a daddy +Daddy +Could you be my daddy +Daddy +Come and make it rain down on meee +Come and make it rain down on meee +[Lil Wayne:] +Uhh +Wide receever weezy +Throw da pussy at me +Ya pussy lips smilin +I make da pussy happy +Take your panties off +The pussy lookin at me +I'm the pussy monster +Now get the pussy ready +I like to kiss, she like to kiss +Dat beef stroke, and make her bite her fist +The lights is on, the night is grown +We get it poppin cuz we know we can when wifey home +California kush strong as a tightness what im lighten on +We get high as fuck and we just do it put ya nikes on +Tatoos on her waist she like the tatoos on my face +And if there's sum she like to say I let her say it on my microphone +She love my style, but thats expected +She comin back to you, the chance is anorexic +I new she had it in her, so i got it out her +She give me neck around the clock i call it round a collar +She rub my back, she say im tight +She cook fucking clean +And still make her flight +First class pussy +Crystal glass pussy +I get it wetter then bass pussy +[Shanell:] (you done be) +Uhh +I like some chicken red +Ralph Lauren spread +Lady in the streets +Porn star in bed +She like to fuck fight +So we spar in bed +She got that pink pussy +I be the orange red +I fuck american pie +And I get foreign head +She sit down and ride +Like I'm a thorough bred +She kiss mine +And I kiss hers back +If she's a bad bitch +She deserve that +She send me pictures to my iphone +Then I gotta clear em cuz my girl be checkin' my phone +I'm in the buildin with the mind blown +And I'm in the pussy honey I'm home +[Shanell:] +U done been good +But you can do better +I done been wet +But I can get wetter +Come and make it way down on mee +(Yeh no cielings mutha fucka ahhh) +U done been good +But you can do better +I done been wet +But I can get wetter +Come and make it way down on mee +(Yeahh I like that) +I'm calling you daddy +(Her name shanell by the way) +Daddy +Can you be my daddy (young money) +Daddy +I need a daddy (no ceilings) +Daddy +Would you be my daddy +Daddy +Come and make it way down on mee (young mula babyy) +Come and make it way down on mee (no ceilings mutha f-cka ahh)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Consumerism[Verse 1] +Consumerism running through them like a tumor in 'em +Ageism, sexism, racism, chauvinism +Capitalism running through them like the rumour business +Separatism, skepticism, modernism, atheism +Television running through them like an organism +Mechanism, despotism, poisoning the ecosystem +Satanism running through them like a politician +Hedonism, hypocrism, nihilism, narcissism +Egotism running through them, need an exorcism +Situation, heathenism, adversary demonism +To fix forms of religious spontaneity's a bad decision +Catholicism, Darwinism, barbarism, formalism +European fetishisms, terrorism running through them on their television +Introversion, extra prison tolerance for bad decisions +Exploitative be the saviour to correct the system/paranoia +Skepticism, schizophrenic, masochism +Escapism running through them need a sedative +Medication, complication, devastation negative +I say devastation negative +Modernism has created modern prisons +Neo-McCarthyisms, new colonialisms +Pessimism mess they is in +Hoodooism, hypnotism, egoism, realism, humanism, legalism +Mysticism makes decisions from a purer prism +Magnetism, pragmatism, altruism, pacifism/idealism +Actualism, rehabilitation-ism, ostracism, skepticism +Small fish ball for recognition oppressor and oppres condition +Sex, addiction, next suspicion, vexed, conflict and secularism +See, people need to villainize to offset disdain for their lives +Ugly human, ugly shame, corporate greed in Jesus' name +Anarchism, self-delusions +Victims leave with no solutions +Impositions, superstitions, violence and contradictions +False pretense and no convictions +Compromised commercialism +I said compromised commercialism +Worth and vision, work for wisdom +Full electromagnetism +Who comes first is first position +Rap's been missing you've been listening +Watch the empress bless the system +Paganism, false religion, plagiarism, broken system +Euphemism unforgiven +Inhibition, prohibition, disconnection +Broken wisdom, broken cistern can't hold wisdom +This town needs an exorcism +Egotism, egotism, egotism, egotism, egotism, egotism, egotism, egotism +Alcoholism, fascism, rationalism, national tension +Journalism gone gestapoism poporazzo-ism +As the world turns in isms +Trust eroticism, social drugs, narcotics in them +Cult existence, superstition +Ritual materialisms, serial isms +Habitual inferior vision +Consumerism +[Hook] +He is, he is +Set to, set to +Self-destruct, self-destruct +He is, he is +Too cool, too cool +To be true +[Verse 2] +Listen +Consumerism running through them like a tumor in 'em +Separatism, skepticism, desperation, nepotism +Capitalism running through the Montezuma in em +Ageism, sexism, racism, fascism +Television running through 'em like an organism +Hedonism, egoism, systematic narcissism +To empty religious spontaneity is anarchism +Social Darwinism, barbarism, modern paganism +Major schizism, division, ethnoplagiarism +Selfish business decision, greedy reductionism +Obstruction of the justice, occupation victimizationism +Brainwashing, mind control, synthetic stimulation in them +Time control mutilating the soul for a business decision +Help the people cope sell 'em dope from a new trope +Synthetic hope, life spent walking on a tightrope +Infantile masturbation, juvenile, no education +Mental castration, a generation forced to labor for a nation +Lock the means production down, price reduction down +Inflation and corruption need the medication now! +They need the medication now! +Corporate production in a state of mass combustion +Greed and lust and dangerous repercussions +To escape the rupture they speak of rapture +While still going after the things they spiritually capture +Distaster faster and faster and faster +Terrorism running through them on their television +Introversion, indecision, reactionism, hypocrism +Phony nationalism, dishpan Africanism +Material hypnotisms, monopoly, militarist devi-isms, sadomasochisms +Intellectual fetishisms sold on computers and televisions +Exploitative need a saviour to correct the system +Paranoia skepticism, schizophrenic mechanisms +Escapism running through them need a sedative +Medication, complication, situation negative +Modernism has created modern prisons +Neo-McCarthyisms, new colonialisms +Pessimism makes decisions, hoodooism, hypnotism +Egoism, realism, humanism, legalism +Small fish ball for recognition oppressor and oppressed condition +Sex, addiction, vexed conflict and anarchism +Self-delusions, victims leave with no solutions +Impositions, superstitions, brutism, contradictions +False pretense and no convictions +Compromised commercialism, recognition +Any decisions from a pure prism +Magnetism, pragmatism, altruism, actionism +Activism, pacifism, rehabilitation-ism +No false sensationalism, aped assimilation in 'em +Corporate cannibalism, psychological limitations in 'em +No imitations, competition, gross assumption +Parasitism, negative stimulation in 'em +Consumerism +[Hook] + +Pain Gang[Intro] +You been to jail before? +Me? Of course I’ve been to jail. They don’t even want me in jail no more, I’m too old now. They want guys like you +[Hook: Ill Bill] +Bloods and Crips, the Ñietas, Latin Kings, Disciples, and Vice Lords +All crews that bang +Vatos Locos, Four Corner Hustler thing, the Mexican Mafia +All crews that bang +Al-Qaeda, CIA, Hamas, the Mossad, NYPD +All crews that bang +Non Phixion, Cypress Hill, House of Pain, La Coka Nostra +All crews that bang +[Verse 1: B-Real] +From Don Corleone or to Tony Montana +Whatever you are, homie, bikers or bandanas +Riders who cock hammers and soldiers who roll deep +I’m a child of the night, homie I don’t sleep +My crew, we slow creep while you’re counting your sheep +We bang on anybody stepping up they bleed in the street +Maybe you got what it takes to lead a team of cutthroats +Maybe you hang around with a crew of fuckholes +Fakes, frauds, fictional bangers +Never held a heater til you had someone take your picture +Looking invincible with it, you did it for glory +Some did it for real and others they tell stories +But the collective we have here’s respected +Making you an offer you should never reject it +You roll with the bowl over, baby the math is simple +It’s pop pop pop in your temple +[Hook] +[Verse 2: Everlast] +IRA scheming, PLO dreaming, Celtic heathen, peckerwood demon +Kicking and screaming through the depths of hell +Bareback riding on a jezebel +The hammer’s cocked, you get shot by the shell +I burnt an angel’s wings then sang while he fell +There’s a party in hell, there’s a war in heaven +The whole world been shook since 9/11 +With Muslim extremists and Zionists +Trying to rule the world with an iron fist +While the junkies and the dealers are doing the bids +Uncle Howie say it’s time for revolution, kids +Don’t spill your blood on foreign land +Come outside on the block with your gun in your hand +If you’re mad as fuck and won’t take it no more +Buck shots in the air like you ready for war +[Hook] +[Verse 3: Ill Bill] +We don’t die, we multiply +This song was not made to glorify gang culture +Nor to explore the lives of soldiers or street villains +Ghetto superstars, political heroes +Compton G’s to Brooklyn Deniros +Raised from children to killers, prisoners to peace prize winners +Was Nelson Mandela a terrorist? +Let’s consider the truth: The biggest gang in the world is the police +Our tax dollars pay for no justice and no peace +An empty crack vials crushed by ten year old feet +On their way to school past the meth heads and dope fiends +Anatomy of a true banger, I ain’t shit without my homeboys +Fuck with my set, you get your goons strangled +I won’t be convicted like Jimmy Coonan +And you're not a gangster, who the fuck you think you fooling? +My ruthless brilliance soon to produce me millions +Billy Idol homeboy, peace to Tookie Williams +[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +London Girl Pt. 2[Intro] +Uhh, yeah +50, part 2 +[Bridge 1] +She so sophisticated +I think she underrated +She happy that I made it +From the US back to the UK +[Chorus] +She's-she's my London girl +My-my-my London girl +She-she's my London girl +My-my-my London girl +[Verse 1] +She-she's suck me 'til I came then she suck me more +She sucked me with a condom then she suck me raw +She a freak, my-my London, girl +It's not another bitch like her in the whole wide world +Hey, Tony (what, bruh?) I think I'm in love +This bitch licked all over my ass-crack (uh!) +From the window she went to the wall +From the tip of the dick to the ball +I mean the freakiest shit, she do it all +Went from RedTube, Tube8 then YouPorn +I told her Lil' Kim said it: "Take it in the butt!" +I'm done, she did it, she's a bad ass, what? +[Chorus] +She's-she's my London girl +My-my-my London girl +She-she's my London girl +My-my-my London girl +She's-she's my London girl +My-my-my London girl +She-she's my London girl +My-my-my London girl +[Verse 2] +I left her on my bed, she was masturbating +She told me give it to her, quit procrastinating +She's just like me, this is fascinating +She's a freak, I'm a freak, isn't this unique? +We'll be fucking for an hour +I cuff her to the bed, I'm not a cop +I'm an outlaw, Billy The Kid +Roleplay all day +Staircase, hallway, rooftop +S-E-X non-stop +See the scenery, same position +My ghetto Kama Sutra's ill, now listen +She flexible, I make her do yoga +Twice a day I'm bending her over +[Chorus] +She's-she's my London girl +My-my-my London girl +She-she's my London girl +My-my-my London girl +She's-she's my London girl +My-my-my London girl +She-she's my London girl +My-my-my London girl +[Bridge 2] +I just came from the USA +Now I'm back in the UK +I just came from the USA +But now I'm back in the UK (AY!) +[Outro] +She-she's my London girl +(I make it look easy, man, damn!) +She-she's my London girl +My-my-my London girlEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +W.P.I.M.P.Good evening ladies and gentlemen +I am here live +Welcome to W.P.I.M.P. T +I don't know what it take +I'm talking about it's hard in the beginning in the industry +How the f**k do you get in the industry and then stay there +Every time you come out you got some more hot shit +Doing some more shit that bit as 'round the country go +That's what the f**k I meant to do +That's living legendship +You just livin', that's how I've been +But if you don't watch your mouth +Somebody might take it apart too + +The Biz(Lil' Flip talkin) +Ay this is for everybody +That wanna get in the rap game +This is for everybody +That think you just get in the rap game +And blow up over night +This is for everybody that think +Its easy to be on T.V in front of limo's +And buy rolex's ha its better known +As bleed and suck look +(Verse One: Flip) +I started rappin when I was about thirteen +I was into basketball not this hip hop thing +I started doin talent shows I was bein curious +But I didn't know one day I would be serious +I use to always freestyle until the end of the beat +And I use to take my demo's to the end of my street +To another local rapper I thought could help +But in this rap game people all about theyself +So that made me work harder I picked up my pin +All though I kinda felt bad I picked up my chin +I made my own rap group Hustlaz Stackin Endz +And I can't wait for me and Hump to drive a platinum benz +(Chorus) +Its the biz +(where anything can happen) +Its the biz +(everybody and they mama be rappin) +Its the biz +(everybody gotta shine rule one +Read before you sign that dotted line) +(Verse Two: Flip) +So I started freestylin every chance I got +The word on the street was Lil' Flip is hot +I'm the hardest B.G rhymin in my state +Thats when C-Note let me do "Diamonds-N-Yo-Face" +Song was gettin played like fifty times a day +Then we hit the road doin shows tryna get paid +I started doin karioes tryna get out there +It didn't take long for me to put another hit out there +Now I'm in the studio tryna make dollar bills +Some people owe me fa sho since they live down the street +Rollers actin like they broke (man show us some love) +I'm tired of hearin that shit all the time +Me and Hump puttin it down nigga I ain't lyin +I got record labels mad cause I ain't sign +Some niggas stealin my rhymes but I'm still gon' shine +If you can't see this biz dirty then you must be blind +(Chorus) +Its the biz +(I'm tryna survive) +Its the biz +(man forget a ninety five) +Its the biz +(boy the game is cursole sometimes +You just can't think like the rest) +(Verse Three: Hump) +Its a dirty game but who's to blame +I'm a stay independent y'all choose the fame +Ain't nothin changed still workin the clock +95 made outta wood and a sun roof on top +And when we sittin on ya block y'all beez in shock +Cause Houston got Lil' Flip like caddie have crop +When you see Sucka Free give us our props +Cause we run this rap game believe it or not +(Lil' Flip talkin) +Now you got two choices +You can be a rapper or you can be a C-E-O +Either you can be with the devil +Or you can be with god +Which one you wanna be with +(Verse Four: Flip) +And if you ain't gettin sued then you might be suin +And if your fans ain't clappin they might be booin +And if you ain't gettin paid then you might not get paid +I'm sorry sometimes thats how the game gets played +And if you ain't on tour you might not have one +Its 90% business the other half fun +Some niggas get raped for everything they earn +Its just like sex with no protection you get burned +(Chorus) +Its the biz +(I'm Sucka Free) +Its the biz +(everybody want luxury) +Its the biz +(you know what I mean lets talk about +Contracts and get the green) +(Flip) +I heard...you got jacked for your ride +Its the biz +I heard...a nigga usin your lines +Its the biz +I heard...a nigga bought you a car +Its the biz +He said that he gon' make you a star +And you ain't seen no money so far +Thats the biz and now you know +Knowin is half the battle thats the biz + +Magnum Freestyle[Intro] +Al Geno on the track +[Verse] +I guess they mad 'cause I got what I got, but I be laughing +Even though I ain't have much, I had a bad one +Soon as you don't what they say, they try and bash you +She already know how I play, just bring the magnum +Every car I got 'til I die gon' be the fast one +I knew I was gon' get rich sitting in the classroom +Designer garments come from Paris, ain't keeping score but I know I passed him +Make love to her with a passion +Feelings in the air and I grab one +Always keep a gold one, it fits right with my fashion +I'm not fearing no one, I put that on both sons +I done done so much for 'em, if I cut 'em off, then what? +Situation get rеal tough, but I ain't never gon' give up +Ain't nеver took it off for her, but I still found real loveEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +It’s Not A Game[Intro: Big Pun & 2Pac] +What I gotta do is let y'all niggas know I am the nicest +Once upon a crime, someone who was once fragile, innocent, and pure was suddenly corrupted and adopted by the streets. But the gift he brought with him to this world will effect our outlooks on not only rap music but on life as well, forever, forever +[Verse 1: Big Pun] +It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw +Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw +Bring the pain to your door like death was knockin' +Unless you got my ends, I'ma make you twins +With the Headless Horseman, hell extortion +Sell your soul, live your dreams, don't pay the cost then +Chop, chop, say hello to the guillotine +A killer fiends for blood, screams of thugs like +Fiends for drugs, I don't need no love +Give me your fear, money, respect, beer, honeys and sex +We're here, I'll bend them checks for years, hungry and stressed +You fuckin' with Chris, fuck Pun, dead the wrath for later +Get your calculator, the head decapitator's back forever +Can't count how many heads I had to sever (Woo, c'mon) +Half the niggas I keep, and put 'em back together +That's the terror, cut open your girl +And make a truss out her flesh, like Buffalo Bill +[Chorus: Big Pun & 2Pac] +It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw +Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw +It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw +Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw +It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw +Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw (Get on yo knees, nigga, get on yo knees and pray) +It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw +Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw +[Verse 2: 2Pac] +No insanity plea from me, I ride the beef 'til I burn +Censor me and bar your kids from the lessons I learned +And in turn I'm hostile, guess you can recall me antisocial +Niggas shakin' like they caught the Holy Ghost when I approach +Try to politic before I smoke 'em, like Sun Tzu +Niggas do unto these snitches, before it's done to you +And if the cops come arrest me in the evening +Best believe they comin' for my dogs in the morning +And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug +Tell me will my niggas mourn me? Gettin' blowed out +High, watch me murder the bird before he testify +Strikes walkin' close to my third, I live a troubled life +And if you dream, be a part of my team +From Long Beach to Queens +Drug dealers to ex-fiends +Keep yo eyes on the prize, nigga watch for bustas (Watch) +Either heaven or jail, it's still hell for a hustler +[Chorus: Big Pun] +It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw +Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw +It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw +Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw +It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw +Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw +It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw +Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw +[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] +I got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's +Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end +You can't touch my riches +Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches +Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht +The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks +Huh, that's how I got the weed spot +I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread +Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body +So don't resist or you might miss Christmas +I tote guns, I make number runs +I give MCs the runs dripping +When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away +Everybody hit the D-E-C-K +My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo +Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo +That's crazy blunts, mad L's +My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells +Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon +I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening +So you better grab your pistol +'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill +And I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it? +Fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it +[Chorus: Big Pun] +It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw +Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw +It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw +Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw +It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw +Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw +It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw +Blood stain the wall when I bring the chain with the saw +[Outro: 2Pac The Notorious B.I.G.] +I personify every image that niggas fake +I personify, really bring it to 'em +Because I'm -- I-I looked up to these niggas +While on bail, they gon' take my spot, big mistake, know what I'm saying? +My spot is wedged in, it ain't going nowhere, you know what I'm saying? +I'm coming right back for my place, anybody that's there, they gon' have to moveEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Yamborghini Dream[Intro: Young Thug] +Thugger +This shit don't stop +I, I recognize that +Nigga, this shit gon' keep goin', you know +With or without it +Ya dig? +808 Mafia +[Chorus: Young Thug] +I'm with the 808 Mafia +You want war, then I ain't stoppin' ya +I'm cookin' the white girls for my boy +I'm havin' rings like a motherfuckin' lord +No, I ain't hesitating on no nigga +Ain't comin' featherweight for no nigga +I'ma accelerate on the nigga +Pussy ass niggas, I don't need no nigga +I just joined a mob +I'm the boss, I'm that boy +I want millions with Floyd +I shine bright in the dark +I'm a beast, where my feast? +Honey me, I'm a bee +I'ma trap with a Trojan +Bite these red Applebees +[Verse 1: Young Thug] +I pour fours in a cream soda +My ice wet just like Daytona +My dope white like South Dakota +And my diamonds are black like Folger's +Somebody tell 'em they ain't stoppin' me, no +I call her tart, she gon' come pop for me, yeah +If I get her started, she gone start with me +Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up +Yeah, yeah +[Chorus: Young Thug] +I'm with the 808 Mafia +You want war, then I ain't stoppin' ya +I'm cookin' the white girls for my boy +I'm havin' rings like a motherfuckin' lord +No, I ain't hesitating on no nigga +Ain't comin' featherweight for no nigga +I'ma accelerate on the nigga +Pussy ass niggas, I don't need no nigga +I just joined a mob +I'm the boss, I'm that boy +I want millions with Floyd +I shine bright in the dark +I'm a beast, where my feast? +Honey me, I'm a bee +I'ma trap with a Trojan +Bite these red Applebees +[Post-Chorus: Young Thug] +Eenie miney meenie miney mo +Eenie miney meenie miney mo +Eenie miney meenie miney mo +Eenie miney meenie miney mo +Eenie miney meenie miney mo +Eenie miney meenie miney mo +Which one? Like, eenie miney meenie miney mo +Which one? Like, eenie miney meenie miney mo +[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] +I fuck with the Bentley +You the type nigga that fuck with the Fiat +Andalé, andalé, I'm over here +Yeah, hit it from the back +I mix the lean with the Xan +Rest in peace to A$AP Yams +You know that movie Blow? +Yeah, they based that right off me +I pay my killer 20 a piece but +Yo' ass will get whacked for free +Hatin' on me, uh, it made me sick +When I sneeze around her hair +Bitch will let you kiss on that bitch lips, uh +Now she 'round here licking dick +Boy, now she realized I'm the shit, wha'? +Steak and lobster and the shrimp, ayy +Darko, Darko, Darko, Darko +My gun can't fit on my hip, ayy +If I can catch you my nigga, ayy +I take it out on your crew, ayy +If I can't find no more niggas, ayy +I take it out your bitch +[Chorus: Young Thug] +I'm with the 808 Mafia +You want war, then I ain't stoppin' ya +I'm cookin' the white girls for my boy +I'm havin' rings like a motherfuckin' lord +No, I ain't hesitating on no nigga +Ain't comin' featherweight for no nigga +I'ma accelerate on the nigga +Pussy ass niggas, I don't need no nigga +I just joined a mob +I'm the boss, I'm that boy +I want millions with Floyd +I shine bright in the dark +I'm a beast, where my feast? +Honey me, I'm a bee +I'ma trap with a Trojan +Bite these red Applebees +[Post-Chorus: Young Thug] +Eenie miney meenie miney mo +Eenie miney meenie miney mo +Eenie miney meenie miney mo +Eenie miney meenie miney mo +Eenie miney meenie miney mo +Eenie miney meenie miney mo +Which one? Like, eenie miney meenie miney mo +Which one? Like, eenie miney meenie miney mo62EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Wow[Intro] +Introducing... Mr. I Ain't Know You Did That +And, Mr. Oh, That's My Favorite Shit +And Mr. Ah! Damn, I Wish That Was a Single +And uh, like Noreaga say, it goes... ugh! +[Hook] +I go to Jacob with 25 thou' +You go with 25 hundred (Wow) +I got eleven plaques on my wall right now +You got your first gold single—damn, nigga! (Wow) +"H to the Izzo" did 3 thou spins in a week +You did a thou in a month (Wow) +Y'all niggas want credit, but y'all need to slow down +Kanye To The, killin' y'all from Chi-Town +[Verse 1] +How your wife gon' say she never sold drugs a day in her life? +But she still wanna pump the yay? +And y'all mad 'cause y'all not knowin +'Cause these canaries so yellow +When y'all pull up whether to stop or keep going +I got Gs, rock Rock n Roll tees wit no sleeves +Tats showin', tucked in, strap showin' +How he get seven TVs in that ‘lac-‘lac? +3 in the front, 2 in the back, 2 in that back-back +While you in that hatchback +And try to sell work and don’t get shit from them packs back +And try to rap, the studios won't give you ya DATs back +And try to get publishin', all you get in your ass capped (That's all, nigga) +And that’s that +[Hook] +I go to Jacob with 25 thou' +You go with 25 hundred (Wow) +I got eleven plaques on my wall right now +You got your first gold single—damn, nigga! (Wow) +[Verse 2] +Magazines call me a rock star, bitches call me cock-star +Billboard pop star, neighborhood block star +Chi-town go-getting pimps, we mobsters +Gingerbread man even says “You’re a monster” +Remember that? Uh-huh, that’s that Shrek shit +Remember back in ’92, niggas used to "catch wreck," shit +Remember that track I tracked for you bout three months ago? +Uh-huh, that’s the one—now cut my check, bitch +And I ain't feeling that Lexus +More that CLK; see me like "Damn, a CL, K?” +Yeah, that’s how we eating and, keep us looking peace and then +"I ain't know he rap as good as he do beats," and then +[Hook] +I go to Jacob with 25 thou' +You go with 25 hundred (Wow) +I got eleven plaques on my wall right now +You got your first gold single—damn, nigga! (Wow) +"H to the Izzo" did 3 thou spins in a week +You did a thou in a month (Wow) +Y'all niggas want credit, but y'all need to slow down +Kanye To The, killin' y'all from Chi-Town +[Verse 3] +Now, niggas forcing me to keep the heater +Black strap, white handle, I got jungle fever +You know the rules, five up close, one gon' leave ya +You don't know about Kanye? Son gon' teach you +What's the first thing that popped in your mind +While I was popping this rhyme? +You don't picture popping a nine? +See, you paralyzed from the top of the spine... + +Like ThisI flirt +She lookin like my future in her skirt +Weezy f baby natural birth +I'm a ride til I die +Like I'm drivin mah hurse +I'm sick an she must be my nurse +I'm a guardian angel like I'm born in a manger +Part of my anger is I'm caught ina tangle +Like we know each other +Roots in the graden of strangers +She make my heart feel tha strangest +But I like it, I love it +I'm tryin to make something of it +She make me feel better than tha best rapper +I'm a need a best man an your best pastorEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +FreestyleSuckered Ville yogic urban areas of the most important thing is that the company. I am a beautiful person. I am a beautiful person. I am a beautiful person. 77777777, and we canEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Open Letter[Intro] +Ah-em +[Verse 1] +Sometimes I feel like I ain't shit +Sometimes a nigga feel like shit +Talkin’ 'bout some real life shit +Goodbye letter, "Dear Life" shit +So if a nigga kill me, hope he mean it +I just hope I die for a reason +They probably won't miss me ’til they need me +Have problems with admittin' that they need me, Lord +I'm talkin' 'bout some real life shit +Goodbye letter, "Dear Life" shit +Way too concerned to be conceited +I live and I learn, then die tryna teach 'em, Lord +Die tryna reach 'em +They care more about how much I leave than +Where I leave it +I hope I leave more of an impression on my kids +To be destined to have blessings to believe in, Lord +Just got off the phone with my son +Told him, "You're a son of a gun" +Just got off the phone with my daughter +Told her, "I won’t hesitate to fuck a young nigga up", Lord +A few bitches left me, that only got a new bitch elected +My old bitch was too disrespectful +And only get my new bitch respected +That’s power, yes, it's now or next +Can’t lie though, I tried though +I'll die tryin', that's a common death +We was such a team, we was chasin’ our dreams +Then it stopped, now I'm outta breath +Now they try to tell me I need rest +And I'll find love again, I ain't find it yet +Oh, but I guess it is what it is as it appears, oh shit +The object in the mirror is more near than it appears, oh shit +And sometimes I fear who in the mirror, that nigga weird +He done died so many times but still here, why am I here? +[Chorus] +Dear Life +What is my meaning? My reason? +[Verse 2] +Naked bitches really love ones +Sometimes our loved ones don't love us +I'm fuckin' more than I'm makin' love +Sometimes I make my rubber wear a rubber +I just tell my lady, "Nothing's easy" +Even though I make it look easy +But understand looks are deceiving +Lookin' like I'm lookin' for some grievance +'Cause I been through way too much, don't wanna think about it +Cranky 'bout it, gotta drink about it +Gotta synchronize it, tranquilize it +Doctor ain't prescribin' what he ain't realizin' +Pain inside me got me thinkin' 'bout me +Tryna hang my body, sanctifyin' +I'm a gangsta dyin' 'cause all gangsters die +I can't deny it, you can't tame my lion +I'm a angry lion hangin' by a string, I can't describe it +Feel like a anchor tied to my finger +Got me sinkin' to the bottom of my drink +I know a lotta niggas think I got a lotta niggas +There's strength in numbers but it's honor over strength +I talked to God the other day, he say he got a nigga +So, I look death up in her eye and then I wink +It's way too real, the shit I'm talkin' way, way too real +I hope it gave you chills +The dirt under your feet could be the grave you fill +You don't know how dead you feel 'til you're dead for real +Gettin' high after I paid the bill, lower than a Navy SEAL +Show up with them Navy guns, I hope somebody prayin' for 'em +Price tags no mistakes, somebody payin' for 'em +Ice bath when my face numb, no expression +What's the life expectancy when you don't expect shit? +Mama told me, "Fuck the world and be so aggressive +Be self-fluorescent, watch these hoes 'cause they so obsessive +Don't get too high to look over blessings +Never come in second, make the most of your seconds +They so precious" +'Cause if we could buy time, every store would sell it +If you want me to read your mind, need correct spelling +I keep it real, niggas better keep it copacetic +Where the weed? I feel like I'm gettin' a sober headache +Lookin' in the mirror at the one that know me better +I was too busy to talk, I wrote an open letter +[Chorus] +Dear Life +What is my meaning? My reason? +That's the question I ask the reader, God bless the reader +Dear Life, what is my meaning? My reason? +That's the question +[Outro: Jacida Carter] +You know, when he told me Toya was havin' a baby, I say, "Y'all young. You know y'all young." But I said, "Be the best father you can be," you know. And truly, he is that.17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Cap’s Back Again[Malcolm X sample] +When you study the historic nature of revolutions +You may change your goal and you may change your mind +Look at the American Revolution in 1776 +That revolution was for what? For land +Why did they want land? Independence +How was it carried out? Bloodshed +Number one, it was based on land, the basis of independence +And the only way they could get it was bloodshed +You don't have a peaceful revolution +You don't have a turn-the-other-cheek revolution +There's no such thing as a nonviolent revolution +[Cappadonna] +The hard times, tough pain, heavy rains coming down on me (Cap's back again) +Up all night, sleeping in the streets, life ain't treating right (Cap's back again) +A fatherless child, escaped from work release, and plus blew trial (Cap's back again) +Reptiles in the BM-Dub, lizards and fake wizards (Cap's back again) +The dirty staircase, pissy hallways, I'm in the grind, always (Cap's back again) +Twisted ass record deal, spiritual albums, I feel like Malcolm X (Cap's back again) +Cab driver status, wild baby mothers, two sisters and two brothers (Cap's back again) +Two tours with Ghost, the chrome toast, no calls from Rae (Cap's back again) +Fall off, then I get back on, ya'll best to be warned (Cap's back again) +From bum to rich, broke, back to fly again, baby what's what? (Cap's back again) +The ill rapper, try'nna feed my triplets and still flip on this shit (Cap's back again) +From New York to Baltimore, I'm coming hard, no matter what, kid, I still want more (Cap's back again) +Cats is still sleeping on me, but so what, cuz these streets put a beating on me (Cap's back again) +Two Benzes, Cadillac truck, head in the whip, still living it up (Cap's back again) +I'm in the projects for life, pain so deep that it cut like a knife (Cap's back again) +I'm going all the way with this, and to them stupid reptiles +That admit they did this (Cap's back again) +None of ya'll cats can see me, ya'll got it mixed up when you see me on MTV +(Cap's back again) +Forever pushing the pain, never fall back, it's like I'm pushing the train +(Cap's back again) +Fronts in the mouth, ACG's, golden brown army fatigues (Cap's back again) +Momma in the housing, I'm trying to make thousands, what you gonna do now? +(Cap's back again) +Fake cats never show 'em no love, when I see 'em, yo, I'm throwing slugs (Cap's back again) +It's all over for dudes, the time is now, Staten Island side chika-pow! (Cap's back again) +[Outro: Cappadonna] +Ping pong with this... +It's how I be beating your head against the words... +Diggaler, Deini, yo... +Respect the king..., the first... +Uh-huh, Staten Island stand up... +Straight up and down, right here +This is Tyzeen street music +Crack barrels of rap... get 'em... yeah...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Crazy Girl*Lyrics from Snippets +[Intro] +Yeah +Woah +Cannon (Cannon) +[Chorus] +Drink it all day long (Long), take it all day long (Long) +Shake it, [?] Girl this your favorite song +Man, it feels so right (Right), I don't know how it's wrong (Wrong) +She can do it so long, yeah, she bounce 'til the morn' (Woah, woah, woah, woah) +I'ma hit her 'til tomorrow (Tomorrow), I'ma beat it up the right way (Right) +Treat her like she ain't gone (Gone), short hair, need it long (No) +Her panties keep goin' (Woah), matter fact, it's a thong +I ain't know what you got, I ain't never hit it wrong (Yeah) +[Verse] +I ain't ever hit it off (Never), I ain't ever hit it off (Never, never) +[?], take my heart and run (Run) +I could feel it in my blood (Blood), make her [?] +No, we can't touch down, yeah, goin' all the way to...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Classic (Nike Air Force Remix)[Produced by DJ Premier] +[Hook] +And now for my next number I'd like to return to the… +[Nas] Classic +[Kanye West] Uh, uh, – timeless +[Kool G Rap] Live straight classic +[Nas] Classic +[Kool G Rap] Live, straight classic +[Kanye West] Timeless +[Sample] I'd like to return to the classic +[Rakim] Kanye West +[Rakim Sample] I'm Rakim, the fiend of a microphone +[Verse 1: Rakim] +Uh yeah, is y'all ready for 20-07? It's now another drought +Everybody's a killer, wow, we buggin' out +Since '86 showing the crowd what I'm about +And they still wanna know when the album coming out +Ask the teenagers, OG's and nasty kids +What their definition of "classic" is +Timeless, so age don't count in the booth +When your flow stay submerged in the fountain of youth +Ain't no doubting the truth, I'm off the meters +Everybody cosigning, even non-believers +Since I came in the door became one of y'alls leaders +In a fresh pair of Air Force One sneakers +Uptowns, we call 'em uppies when they're on divas +Probably worn when KRS-One teaches +Nas made you look before the heaters +I bet you Kan' had em on when he walked with Jesus +[Hook] +[Nas] Classic +[Kanye West] Uh, uh, – timeless +[Kool G Rap] Live straight classic +[Nas] Classic +[Kool G Rap] Live, straight classic +[Kanye West] Timeless +[Sample] I'd like to return to the classic +[Rakim] Kanye West +[Rakim Sample] I'm Rakim, the fiend of a microphone +[Verse 2: Kanye West] +You can't buy this Superfly-ness, like a shine is +Your Highness is performing; look how long the line is +It's what happens when you make shit that's timeless +It's what happens, these rappers is the pioneers +What do it take to be a legend like Nas is? +That's so novice, I'm so polished +I got a right to be a lil bit snobbish +I did a lil bit of college +Semesters, it took two, like Rob Base +To let me figure out this wasn't my place +The beat's slow, 'til you listen to my pace +‘Cause I be killing shit, but that's evident +And y'all feeling it, but I expected it +If it's classic, it's gon' last forever then +I'm everywhere you never been, and better than I ever been +[Hook] +And now for my next number I'd like to return to the… +[Nas] Classic +[Kanye West] Uh, uh, – timeless +[Kool G Rap] Live straight classic +[Nas] Classic +[Kool G Rap] Live, straight classic +[Kanye West] Timeless +[Sample] I'd like to return to the classic +[Rakim] Kanye West +[Rakim Sample] I'm Rakim, the fiend of a microphone +[Nas Samples - One Love & It Ain't Hard To Tell] +Hold the fort down, represent to the fullest +Nas'll rock well +[Verse 3: Nas] +Perseverance, see the fake hustler rapper +To them, it hurts to hear this +Oh, you went platinum? Yeah, that's nice +Now let me see you do the same thing twice +Three times, four times, then a couple of mo' times +Please, you're Amateur Night, it's Showtime +It's one life to live, so live it the best you can +The world could use one less man +Not enough air, not enough car factories +To manufacture new vehicles, sedans and vans +When they do make the whip you like, your chips ain't right +By the time you could afford it, the car ain't important +In the streets I'm in, it's just iron +Cops keep firin' in my environment +Leaving you slumped, then they drive home +Far from the hood, brothers they eager to jump on +I like to be the wall that they toast up on +I like to see them fall, guilty for doing wrong +I'm classic like the Air One's, the hustler shoe +That's what I'm accustomed to, yeah +[Hook: Samples] +And now for my next number I'd like to return to the… +[Nas] Classic +[Kanye West] Uh, uh, – timeless +[Kool G Rap] Live straight classic +[Nas] Classic +[Kool G Rap] Live, straight classic +[Kanye West] Timeless +[Sample] I'd like to return to the classic +[Rakim] Kanye West +[Rakim Sample] I'm Rakim, the fiend of a microphone +[KRS-One Sample] +"Of course - we have Blastmaster KRS-One" +[Verse 4: KRS-One] +How many of y'all got Criminal Minded? +You, you, you; y'all don't be blinded +Me, I got no jewels on my neck +Why? I don't need 'em, I got your respect +KRS-One, twenty years I rock +I do it for JMJ and Scott La Rock +This hip-hop and we's a nation +Don't you wanna hear more KRS-One on your radio station? +Instead of broadcasting how we smoke them trees +On the radio we need to hear more local emcees +Where you at? C'mon, where you at? +This is the difference between emceeing and rap +Rappers spit rhymes that are mostly illegal +Emcees spit rhymes to uplift their people +Peace, Love, Unity, havin' fun +These are the lyrics of KRS-One +[Hook] +And now for my next number I'd like to return to the… +[Nas] Classic +[Kanye West] Uh, uh, – timeless +[Kool G Rap] Live straight classic +[Nas] Classic +[Kool G Rap] Live, straight classic +[Kanye West] Timeless +[Sample] I'd like to return to the classic +[Rakim] Kanye West +[Rakim Sample] I'm Rakim, the fiend of a microphone + +SelahNothing can be done against the truth +No matter how we remain in denial, yeah +Wasting time, replacing time with each empty excuse +But that'll only work a little while +Coping with despair, knowing you're not there +Ashamed to just admit I've been a fool +So I blame it on the sun, run away from everyone +Hoping to escape this ridicule +Trapped in misery, wrapped so miserably +And this deception, I wear it like a skin +Dying to maintain, oh I keep trying to explain +A heart that never loved me to begin +Oh I'm such a mess, I have no choice but to confess +That I've been desperately trying to belong +Lieing to myself and everybody else +Refusing to admit my right was wrong +[Refrain:] +And then He came +Selah, oh and it means +Praise and meditation, and then He came +Selah, oh and it means +Did you think about that, and then He came +Selah, oh and it means +Praise and meditation, and then He came +Selah, oh and it means +That it is seen +How beautiful is fruit still in denial of its roots +My guilty heart behaves so foolishly +This treason from within that reasons with my sin +Won't be happy till it sees the death of me +Selfishly addicted to a life that I depicted +Conflicted cause it's not reality +Oh what's left of me, I beg you desperately +Cause me to agree with what I know is best for me +Please save me from myself, I need you, save me from myself +Please save me from myself so I can heal +The choices that I've made, oh have been nothing but mistakes +What a wasted use of space, should I die before I wake +In all of my religion, I've fortified this prison +Obligated to obey the demands of bad decisions +Please save me from myself, I need you +Save me from myself, please save me from myself so I can heal +[Refrain] +And then He came +And then He came, then He came, then He came +And then He +And then He came + +Me, Myself & I[HOOK] +I make noise by myself +Slang them toys by myself +Did my time by myself +Write my rhymes by myself +Move packs by myself +Kill rats by myself +Told tha judge free my girl +Mane I did it by myself +Me, Myself, and I (7x) +Just Me, Myself and I +[VERSE 1] +Every since they took I +It been me, myself, and I +Middle finger to the world +My berretta on my side +I ain’t tellin’ on myself +I ain’t talkin’ to tha folk +Ride for me, I die for me +Shit that’s all a nigga know +Nigga told on me befo’ +Had me facing death row +Say we got you on these bodies +Do you wanna talk? No! +Shit I bought my own work nigga +Built my own clientele +Guess who own my label nigga +Me, Myself, and I bitch +Dress my ass off nigga +I don’t need a stylist +I’m from Garfield street nigga +I don’t trust nann bitch +WCW, Jerico I slam shit +I fuck a ho, that’s on me +But I don’t trust nann bitch +[HOOK] +I make noise by myself +Slang them toys by myself +Did my time by myself +Write my rhymes by myself +Move packs by myself +Kill rats by myself +Told tha judge free my girl +Mane I did it by myself +Me, Myself, and I (7x) +Just Me, Myself and I +[VERSE 2] +Told tha judge free my girl +Told ‘em that I made her do it +Loc ain’t make me, Trill ain’t make me +Nigga I made Boosie +I made niggas, made niggas +Made niggas way realer +Even on tha monkey bars, nigga I ain’t play wit’ em +By myself, all alone +By myself, I move zones +1 deep wit’ that heat buckin’ through tha school zone +Free Lil Bronson, Free Lil Titus +Lil Joe Joe josin’ by his self +Shoulda told them niggas no +When them niggas called for help +Shit I write my own music nigga +Shoot my own videos +I don’t do no ugly bitches +Me, Myself, and pretty ho’s +Bought my first Girbaud’s by myself +They was stone washed +Never back down +By myself, I got a lion heart +[HOOK] +I make noise by myself +Slang them toys by myself +Did my time by myself +Write my rhymes by myself +Move packs by myself +Kill rats by myself +Told tha judge free my girl +Mane I did it by myself +Me, Myself, and I (7x) +Just Me, Myself and IEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +It’s Been a Week[Hook: Sample] +It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne (Sample)] +I met her on the road on a Lil Wayne show +Looking like a ear just waiting to be told +And she looks a whole lot better and more +Looking a choice just waiting to be chose +I chose her and (It's been a week) but, um... +It feels like I know the girl so well +I don't know how but (It's been a week) and, um... +It's like we do whatever we shall like good pals +But um... (It's been a week) True! +But it's like I know her when I hold her, you know? +(It's been a week) But I, but I still told her how I told her +When I told her what I told her +[Hook: Sample (Lil Wayne)] +It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (It's alright) +It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (It's alright) +It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (It's alright) +It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (It's alright) +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Could it be love at first sight? First fuck, first fight +And it's only been a week but it feels like +A year, like, two months or something like that +I'm lost in the calendar but she know where I'm at +It's been a week man, but, um... +You dont know but I bet you know where she at +'Cause, it's been a week, but, um... +She's in that Carter with Nino in her back, yes +Damn, it's been a week, but, um... +It's like two trains that were on the same track, haha +It's been a week and, uh... +She changed her name to "I'ma call you right back" +Damn, and I say... +[Hook: Sample (Lil Wayne)] +It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (It's alright) +It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (It's alright) +It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (It's alright) +It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (Flip it) +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +I saw a girl at my show, in the front row +Standing there looking like she waiting to be told +I told her that and a whole lot more +And now she standing there looking like she waiting to be chose +And she say (It's been a week) +And I say, "Yeah," say no +(It's been a week) And I say, "Please, say no" +And I say, and she say, and we say +[Hook: Sample (Lil Wayne)] +It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (It's alright) +It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (It's alright) +It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (It's alright) +It's been a week, but, oh, it seems like a year (It's alright)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Fast LifeYeah +Word +No doubt +Yo... yo... +Verse One: Ghostface +Wally champ so amazin, the suede shoelacin +Up in the Sheraton, just got hit for five years probation +I got a dental appointment at two o'clock there go my gold ring +Much later catch a flick or go hoeing +Yo there's somethin heavy on my mind from last night's crime +Spoonface shot Gel in the back with Kiv's nine +It was two men, tighter than a hiker with Tims +Like blood brothers, problem was they lust each other woman +For instance, Gel seen Spoon in DeMoore +He wet his whiz(tle), got his seed an headin towards the door +They came out of eye, face to face, they embraced +Gel blew a kiss and looked Spoon girl in the face +Her face lit up, and grinned with a smile like what? +That sneaky f--k, same bitch that got my man hit up +Out in Brownsville, where the thug life live to kill +Where bodies is worth two for five cause it's real +Fast life... +Fast life, cause there's nowhere I can go +Fast life, that's the only thing I know +Fast life, cause there's nowhere I can go +Fast Life, that's the only life I know +Verse Two: Andre Rison +Yo my man got more power than gunpowder with ammunition +Blowin up the fireworks and the n----z ambitions +On the come up, she gettin done up, behind closed doors +Doin freaky s--t, on elevator floors +I want her, like Sonny wanted Cher +She was his diamond piece, sex wasn't for lease +Rest in peace, somebody came up deceased +R.I.P. on that grave of the slave of infatuated ways +God couldn't save +F-A-K-E, L-O-V-E +Fake love you see +Never lasting through eternity +Living life in the fast lane +The fast life... it's the fast life +Fast life +Fast life, cause there's nowhere I can go +Fast life, that's the only thing I know +Fast life, cause there's nowhere I can go +Fast Life, that's the only life I know +Fast life, cause there's nowhere I can go +Fast life, that's the only thing I know +Fast life, cause there's nowhere I can go +Fast Life, that's the only life I know + +Mt. Everest[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] +I make 'em nod like ketamine +See him live might dive off the mezzanine +Ground drama, sound harder than crowd bonkers +I'm 'bout dollars, I touch down in your town, holla +INS, gladiator, call him Hustle Crowe +Son of pro, watch these lame niggas come and go +Blessed with the poison pen +Murder was the case so I guess it's them boys again +Through your duce high, salute I, be the general +The last one to run, I will take all ten of you +I'm feeling myself BK whiling the belt +Rocking my shit, eyes on the real wealth +Me and Goldie tell 'em it's easy money +Now shorty wanna fuck, that's sleazy, honey +Fame call us, money, it change all us +Get it how you live it or sing the same chorus +The game taught us, nothing in the bank for us +W claim walrus, yeah, Wu-Tang for life +[Verse 2: ElZhi] +Was raised on the island of the misfits +The children of the corn snatch your green with the biscuits +It's what you might call food for thought +And what's the killer season if you don't include the salt +This thought will start a feud and leave your whole mood distraught +Used to feel safe until they unscrewed your vault and +Took your common sense out your memory bank +Then dumped on you like missiles over enemy tanks +So homie, drive slow like you in front of five-O +Cause forks go in a road and your back is where the knives go +While the addicts hiding silver spoons +Being cut so deep, it's hard to heal the wounds +Those flashing don't blast, they still buffoons +Just blowing out hot air, they should fill balloons +Yo, I like them shorties that'll kill for goons +And start a hustle in an April to ccop wheels in June +[Verse 3: U-God] +I want leverage, ice cold beverage +Money I can't count, I blacked out standing on Mount Everest +Life lessons, the cover of essence +It's pure excellence, 5'10", write down my measurements +Politic the deficit, fingerprints, no evidence +Cocaine, caviar, hitting on receptionists +Hang with the specialists, gold medalist +Presidential cred, eating steaks that's tenderest +Got my bread, catch me in Megan Fox' bed +Cash crop, Gucci IPad, bag +Tall black top Nikes, with fat laces +Riches from rags, cashes and dime faces +Got promoted up, friends up in high places +Next move, my best move, chess move, the strategy +Closet full of guns, son, nothing but gadgetry +Get off that bullshit, that hip hop faggotry +I'm highbred nigga words defy gravity +Clothes never raggedy, oil paintings of me displayed up in gallery +Capture me, Wu Tang forever, immortality +High salary, blessing from a mother named Valery +And my two sons named after me +Racks from stacks, swiftly I'm browsing +First class ticket to the moon only cost fifty thousand +Niggas be doubting, it's understood, I'm running with goons +One of a kind, imported goods, killer the hood +Consume me, Lord, the last time I checked got 50 points on the board +Good LordEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Kick in the Door[Skit - Trevin Jones] +Welcome back, we're here on Bad Boy Television, and I'm Trevin Jones and I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper and quite frankly, he's very mad. We're gonna try to find out why, so we'll take some questions at this point from our studio audience. Yes ma'am, please stand and state your name and where you're from +Shay - Hi, my name is Shay, and I'm from New Rochelle. and I just don't understand; why you so mad? Like, what are you so mad about? +The Mad Rapper - Yo, yo, yo-yo, y'know, yo you wanna know why? Yo first of all, you can't be askin' me no question youknowhatI'msayin'? Who the fuck is you? (Ahh, excuse me, Mr. Rapper, Mr. Rapper) YouknowhatI'msayin? You can't be askin' me no question (It's a family oriented show) +I'ma tell you why I'm mad, youknowhatI'msayin? I'ma tell you why I'm mad, I'ma tell you why I'm mad. These niggas is makin' five hundred thousand dollar videos, youknowsayin? They drivin' around in hot cars, youknowsayin? They got bitches, they got all that shit (Sir, please, please, refrain from your foul language). YouknowhatI'ms--? I'm still livin' with my Moms, youknowhatI'msayin? That's my word. YouknowI'ms--? +I'm makin' records, I ain't made no money yet I done made, this is my fourth album yo, this my fourth album. I ain't made a dime yet. This nigga made one album, he makin' wild records. That "Ready to Die" shit, it was aight, it was aightYouknowI'msayin, that shit was aight, it was cool. But my shit is J--more John Blaze than that! I got John Blaze shit And they not resp-ecognising, they not sayin, "I recognize" And fuck is that, who is you to be askin' me questions, youknowhatI'msayin? Who is you? +[Interlude: Martin Lawrence] +I gots to talk +I gotta tell what I feel +I gotta talk about my life as I see it +[Intro - The Notorious B.I.G.] +Biggie +This goes out to you +This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you +This goes out to you +This goes out to you +This goes out to you, and you, and you +[Verse 1] +Uhh, your reign on the top was short like leprechauns +As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons +Get in that ass quick, fast like Ramadan +It's that rap phenomenon Don Dada, fuck Poppa +You got to call me Francis M.H +White, intake light tokes, tote iron +Was told in shootouts, stay low and keep firin' +Keep extra clips for extra shit, who's next to +Flip on that cat with that grip on rap? +The most shady, (Tell Em!) Frankie baby +Ain't no telling where +I may be, may see me in D.C +At Howard Homecoming with my man Capone, dumbing +Fucking something, you should know my steelo +Went from ten Gs for blow to thirty Gs a show +To orgies with hoes I never seen before +So, Jesus, get off the Notorious' +Penis before I squeeze and bust +If the beef between us, we can settle it with the chrome +And metal shit, I make it hot like a kettle get +You're delicate, you better get - who sent ya? +You still pedal shit, I got more rides than "Great Adventure" +Biggie ("How are you gonna do it?") +[Chorus] +Kick in the door, waving the four-four +All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more +Kick in the door, waving the four-four +All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more +Kick in the door, waving the four-four +All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more (Biggie) +Kick in the door, waving the four-four (uh-huh) +All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more +[Verse 2] +On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet +Look how dark it get when you're marked for death +Should I start your breath or should I let you die +In fear you start to cry, ask why, lyrically +I'm worshiped, don't front, the word sick +You cursed it, but rehearsed it +I drop unexpectedly like bird shit, you herbs get +Stuck quickly for royalties and show money +Don't forget the publishing, I punish 'em, I'm done with them +Son, I'm surprised you run with them, I think they got +Cum in them 'cause they nothing but dicks +Trying to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks +Mad I smoke hydro, rock diamonds that's sick +Got paid off my flow, rhyme with my own clique +Take trips to Cairo, laying with your bitch +I know you praying you was rich, fucking prick, when I see ya I'ma +[Chorus] +Kick in the door, waving the four-four (uh-huh) +All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more (uh, uh, uh) +Kick in the door, waving the four-four +All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more +Kick in the door, waving the four-four +All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more (Biggie) +Kick in the door, waving the four-four +All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more +[Verse 3] +This goes out for those that choose to use +Disrespectful views on the King of N-Y +Fuck that, why try, throw bleach in your eye +Now ya brailling it, snatch that light shit, I'm scaling it +Conscious of ya nonsense, in '88 +Sold more powder than Johnson and Johnson +Tote steel like Bronson, Vigilante +You wanna get on son, you need to ask me +Ain't no other kings in this rap thing, they siblings +Nothing but my children, one shot they disappearing +It's ill when MCs used to be on cruddy shit +Took home Ready to Die, listened, studied shit +Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue +They light weight, fragili, my nine milli +Make the whites shake, that's why my money never funny +And you still recouping, stupid stupid stupid stupid...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Foul Breeze[Verse 1] +Amazin', man, got a letter from a Asian fan +He asked, "Was I black, was I gon' play Japan soon?" +Wrote back, "Yes", danced in the shower, got dressed +Old school, powdered my neck +I give, but I'm selfish +Tattoo of my chick lips on my pelvis +Well, it's the pubic part, excuse me, y'all +I think that I became musical +Way before rap, I did wanna be the tap dance kid +On Broadway, 42nd Street, legendary +Three-card Molly, Nasir drives a Harley now +FYI - for your info +Insects splattered on the bike window +Had a innuendo +Just last night, don't know where it came from +Guess it's from a past life +Am I charismatic enough? +Does my charm reach people that could make a change? +If I shoot with straight aim at the positive target +And swooed 'em to make a deposit into my account +Would that be progress? +I doubt +[Chorus] +Somethin' is fishy, somethin' is botherin' me +I just can't figure it out +Somethin' right under my tongue, I can't speak it +Can't spell it, yo, it's buggin' me out +Somebody doin' somethin' wrong to somebody I know +Somehow it's related to me +And now I'm frustrated, 'cause now I'm focusin' too hard +On somethin' that's just too plain to see +[Verse 2] +Savoir faire, yeah, radiate, conscience clear +About to have a monstrous year +Livest spot, yeah, err' night, deep +Ladies, get ya harder than termite teeth +C'est la vie, I'm engaged +But the crew came to play, they fly free, check me +And they wrist is froze, like toes on bodies in the morgue +That was put there by the squad +Look here, I'm the God on the mic, on the track +Like Arthur Ashe with a tennis racq', tell the DJ, spin it back +{*Beat reverses*} +Yeah, somethin' like that +Uh, it go savoir-faire, yeah, radiate, conscience clear +I'm about to have a monstrous year +Livest spots, err' night we deep +Ladies, get ya harder than termite teeth +C'est la vie, I'm engaged +But the crew came to play, they fly free, check me +The wrist is froze, like toes on a body in the morgue +They were all put there by the squad +Look here, I'm the God on the mic, on the track +Like Arthur Ash on the tennis racq', tell the..., nah +Everythin' I be in +Creme de la creme, from the linen to the gold front rim +Cold stuntin' +Take a look around, what you found? +Like Masta Ace, tell me the world's a faster place +High school students will slash your face +In these white neighborhoods, I'm talkin' +Computer rage is real +Get excited when I'm walkin' +'Cause I'm used to dark shades and a limousine tint +Business managers scare me half to death +When they tell me every month what is co-being spent +[Chorus] +Somethin' is fishy, somethin' is botherin' me +I just can't figure it out +Somethin' right under my tongue, I can't speak it +Can't spell it, yo, it's buggin' me out +Somebody doin' somethin' wrong to somebody I know +Somehow it's related to me +And now I'm frustrated 'cause now I'm focusin' too hard +On somethin' that's just too plain to see +[Verse 3] +I don't like when my girl try to pull a MC Lyte +Jumped out the whip, through the train, leave me like D Nice +They say we used to resemble each other +Both last name Jones so we must be brothers +My yearly salary suffers +'Cause I hate work, no play, Mick Jag' lane +And I rock parts in my hair that are hotter than yours +Horizontal lines, designs your barber can't draw +Posters of Nas on the barbershop doors +Entourage, security galore +When was the last time you rolled by yourself, superstar? +Got so much love, I shot Cupid in the heart +I'm awakened by my own screams +Lucifer masturbated in my dreams +It means somebody's gonna get fucked in the worst way +And none of y'all hoes is touchin' my wordplay +Janitors and men with eighty mill both feel the same grief +The men at work, blue collars of the old men +Shinin' shoes with shoe polish go through the same dramas +They wish for a better tomorrow +I thought only five percenters are conspiracy theorists +Thinkin' what the New World Order thing is +But everybody does +The fear of the planet is contaminatin everybody's blood +Triliteral, Democratic parties +Anglo-American military alliance +Studied at Oxford, scholars, they watchin' +NASDAQ, Dow Jones, got the world stocks in a shamble +Procter and Gamble +Toxins demand you understand who plans to jam you +Some random thoughts by the candlelight in Paris +As I struggle to be savvy +[Chorus] +Somethin' is fishy, somethin' is botherin' me +I just can't figure it out +Somethin' right under my tongue, I can't speak it +Can't spell it, yo, it's buggin' me out +Somebody doin' somethin' wrong to somebody I know +Somehow it's related to me +And now I'm frustrated 'cause now I'm focusin' too hard +On somethin' that's just too plain to seeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Emotionally Scarred[Verse 1] +A love letter came through the mail, it said, "I miss you" +I ripped it up and flushed with the tissue, try to forget you +I ain't got nothing against you, we human, we all got issues +But I'm tired of being tired of being tired +That part of me done died +I see it, then I don't, act like I'm blind +I'm confident it won't be one of mine +I know emotions come with lies, so I tell the truth all the time +Ain't got no sympathy for no bitch +I admit that I'm rich and I'm lit +Jumpin' up on stages, I get two hundred an occasion +Bro had really fucked the game up, we made niggas shut they trap down +They see how I made it, I'm the reason they won't rap now +See me out in traffic, make a hater pull his hat down +The biggest OG's salute me, a stylist can't even style me +The robbers probably wanna get me, I'm hoppin' out Lamborghinis +The youngins turn in my city, they try me, I get it cracking +Some of this still would happen if I never had started rapping +My people them still steady trapping and they still be getting active +I tell 'em to chill, I'm tryna run up these M's +Paid cash and then he post the crib (Nah) +I can't show nobody where my mama live, that's how I 'posed to feel +My niece just asked me were my diamonds real, I said, "Of course" +I just played the hand that I was dealt, didn't have to force +All around the world they know it's me, they hear my voice +And I done it all in a pair of Diors, yeah +[Chorus] +Young age, learned how to get paid (We gon' get the money) +Big stage, long way from Section 8 (Ballin' other countries) +Big wave, he gon' have to get saved (Big old wave) +Ridin' in the foreign, chiefin' on the forest +I know I wasn't there for you, at least I said I'm sorry +You know what it was, I told you that I was heartless +I'm emotionally scarred, that ain't even your fault +But don't listen to them haters tryna fill your ears with salt +[Verse 2] +All this revenue coming in, I'll probably never spend +I just bought my BM a Benz, now that's another Benz +I just cut off all of my friends and brought my brothers in +I don't see nobody but me, who I'm gon' lose to? +I can't move around without tools, these niggas loose screws +I can see me taking the lead over the new school +They remember me from selling weed at my old school +Only hit it once and now it's old news +Blew up, who the fuck would knew? Paint my Trackhawk Nipsey Blue +If I get one, you get one too, I really move how bosses move +I never call myself a G.O.A.T., I leave that up to the people +Everybody can't go to the top, I had to leave some people +I'ma be forever scheming, woke up, I thought I was dreaming +Watched my lil' boy play with toys, I just dropped a tear of joy +Some shit that I feel for +I been going crazy with that scoring, call me Baby Harden +They say I'll be great, I guess I'm waiting for it +[Chorus] +Young age, learned how to get paid (We gon' get the money) +Big stage, long way from Section 8 (Ballin' other countries) +Big wave, he gon' have to get saved (Big old wave) +Ridin' in the foreign, chiefin' on the forest +I know I wasn't there for you, at least I said I'm sorry +You know what it was, I told you that I was heartless +I'm emotionally scarred, that ain't even your fault +But don't listen to them haters tryna fill your ears with salt +Young age, learned how to get paid (We gon' get the money) +Big stage, long way from Section 8 (Ballin' other countries) +Big wave, he gon' have to get saved (Big old wave) +Ridin' in the foreign, chiefin' on the forest +I know I wasn't there for you, at least I said I'm sorry +You know what it was, I told you that I was heartless +I'm emotionally scarred, that ain't even your fault +But don't listen to them haters tryna fill your ears with salt62EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Cold Outside[Intro] +Yeah, yeah +Get that babymaker over here +Cold ouside +Fuck you baby +Cold outside +I'ma fuck you baby +Cold outside +Yeah +Bitch +[Chorus] +I wanna fuck you, baby (I wanna fuck you baby) +Get high with you, baby (High with you, baby) +Go live with you all night long (Yeah) +'Cause it's cold outside, it's cold outside +And I wanna fuck you, baby (I wanna fuck you baby) +Get high with you, baby (High with you, baby) +Stop playin' girl, open that door (Stop playin') +'Cause it's cold outside, it's cold outside +[Verse 1] +I wanna thug with you (I wanna thug) +I wanna slide in you (I wanna slide) +I wanna deep dive in your sea +I wanna high-five with you girl, after we freak +I wanna roll in you (I wanna roll) +I wanna smoke with you (I wanna blow) +I wanna lay with you, I wanna joke with you +I got the dope dick, you don't need no nigga +I'm tryna come and see you, girl, I'm jumpin' in the Uber (Yeah) +Me and my lil' Ruger, hope we both gon' bust a nut (Yeah) +Smellin' like a king, I wet a bitch pussy up (Yeah) +Nineties R&B, huh, you know it's time to fuck +You need panties, when I'm stoppin' and we sleep (Yup) +I can keep a secret (Yup) +I'm gon' be Sinbad and you gon' be Athena +And I'ma need to see you like Wayne saw Trina +Bend you over, take that pussy to the cleaners, girl +[Chorus] +I wanna fuck you, baby (I wanna fuck you baby) +Get high with you, baby (High with you, baby) +Go live with you all night long (Yeah) +'Cause it's cold outside, it's cold outside +And I wanna fuck you, baby (I wanna fuck you baby) +Get high with you, baby (High with you, baby) +Stop playin' girl, open that door (Stop playin') +'Cause it's cold outside, it's cold outside +[Verse 2] +I need your love, ain't no need for playin', is you with it? +So take off your clothes, girl, play with your titties +You rollin' me, rollin', rollin' rollin', girl, you gon' get it (Yeah) +Simon say, "Suck it, suck it, suck it and don't spit it" (No) +Girl I want you laid, just like that, on your stomach (Yeah) +Girl, I want your head from your chest (On my mama) +I'm real, I'm gon' let you know (Yeah), what's the K (K) +Girl I'm tryna work it slow, like a steak +Comin', comin', comin', comin' while you runnin', don't escape +I wanna see you dance in a hula hoop, I'm a freak (Yeah) +Bad little thing and she suck it in the jeep +All night we been fightin' in the sheets (Woo) +[Outro] +And I wanna fuck you, baby, fuck you baby +We finna do this for all the women out there tonight +If you gon' fuck your nigga tonight +I want you to twerk that ass for me tonight +I want y'all to twerk that ass +Let's go, twerk that ass +Ooh, ooh, ooh +Ooh, ooh, ooh +B-r-r-r-r-r-r +Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh +I wanna fuck you, baby +Ooh, ooh, ooh +Fuck you, baby +Ooh, ooh, ooh +Fuck you, girl +Twerk that ass, bitch +Shut up +Shit, come on +Get that pussy +I wanna fuck you, baby (Fuck you, baby) +'Cause it's cold outside (So cold outside) +I wanna fuck you, baby (Fuck you, baby) +'Cause it's cold out, cold, so cold +So cold outsideEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Coast to Coast[Chorus: female singer] +Welcome to the West Coast +Where we ball, ride on fags +Sittin' back, cuz been working right +(Now let me you bounce) bounce (bounce) bounce +(Bounce) bounce (bounce) bounce, bounce, bounce +We've been working right (Calico stand up) +[2Pac] +Now ever since a nigga was a seed +Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin' +Ridin on these niggas cause they lame +In a six-one Chevy, still heavy in this game, can you feel me? +Blame it on my momma I'm a thug nigga +Up befo' the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers +Tell me if it's on, nigga then we first to bomb +Bust on these bitch-made niggas hit 'em up, WESTSIDE +Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga +Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke niggas +I love my females strapped, no fuckin from the back +I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at - right? +Passed by while these niggas wonder by +I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try +Did I cry, hell nah, nigga tear I shed +For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead, niggas still ballin +[Chorus] +[Rush] +Ok, cash C-note, blasting me through your door +Flew from the old, cross seas for the blow +Weed's federal, better roll in the tape +Your armored truck stuck, cuz I'm taking the bass +But to be quite frank, taking over this world +I want best of both shines like diamonds and pearls +Never gave a fuck though, and paybacks a bitch +If I see my luck sold, then I'mma bag some kids +You know how it bad it is, half a g, an old scheme +Squeeze, play to rehab, cuz it's part of they plea +Surf the world to find material, harder than me +But I'm bigger than life, son, so what's what's larger than me? +Flaudelently, haters be claiming they guns hit +Knowing they ain't done shit, except go when the gun spit +Now who, retaliates, with the strip for the streets +I got peeps that conviscate with the strength of the heat, holla +[Chorus] +[Cappadonna] +Aiyo, I came in the game, like a thief in the night +And ya'll sucka MC's, ya'll be try'nna be bite +My whole style and my format, niggas should fall back +When I attack the mack, stay live and direct, I wreck +Set, keeping ya bitch wet, it's no sweat +Whenever I'm around you, your mind is weak +I speak the truth when I spit, ain't coming to talk shit +Yo, I'm live and direct, coming to stalk shit +What, come on, bitch, yeah, enter my zone +You can't imagine how my four-speed's ever so deadly +I swing swords, I hit you in your fucking head piece +Cuz you fronted on Don, and now you dying in hell +Spit my name, can't beat my tell, nigga, what's felt? +To the lost generation of rap, my niggas locked down +Whoever feel trapped, grab ya gat, quick, shoot ya where I plotted the bitch +Never let 'em hold you back, this is strictly the Don +If you ever front on me, nigga, I'm breaking your arm +Bees in the winter, enemies better be gone +Fuck all of the fly shit, ya'll Hollywood...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Let It Fly[Chorus: Travis Scott] +(Fly) Let it fly +Let it fly like the birds in the sky +Hotter than the weather in July +I done did so much I can't decide +Word, word to my guys +She just get so wet, I slip and slide +Had to get it back to give 'em five +I, I, I... +[Verse 1: Travis Scott] +Yeah, it's Mr. Michael Myers, man (Michael Myers) +Word to Moneybagg, I keep it comin' in (Woo, woo) +By the way we work, you think I had a twin (Twin) +I'm tryna run the game, it ain't no subbin' in (Naw) +You can't phase me, slidin' from a dangerous life (It's lit) +Always down to ball, I'm tryna drain these nights +See the smoke clouds through the entertainment lights +The way it go down we takin' fours and keepin' doors tight, yeah (Yeah, yeah) +We at the top, end of discussion (Discussion) +They mixin' alcohol and that 'tussin (Ooh) +The demon in their eyes and they clutchin' (Scared) +I feed 'em Adderall and they bussin', yeah (Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew) +I kept the towel, not throwin' in, I'm ridin' 'round in my ends +I got a driver for the Bent' to drive me 'round when I'm bent +I keep some pussy just to lick to help me out when I vent +She wanna hit that shit again, nah (Brr-brr) +(Brr-brr) That's the phone call, when my blood ring +It's Tha Carter V, let the thugs sing (Thugs) +[Chorus: Travis Scott] +Let it fly (Brr, fly) +Let it fly like the birds in the sky (Brr-brr) +Hotter than the weather in July (Brr-brr) +I done did so much I can't decide (It's lit) +Word, word to my guys (Yeah) +She just get so wet, I slip and slide (Splash) +Had to get it back to give 'em five +I, I, I... +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Travis Scott] +It's alive, it's alive, I'm revived +It's C5, been arrived, kiss the sky, did the time +Please advise, it is advised to be advised, and we advise +You not fuck with me and mine, and keep in mind that we don't mind +Losin' our minds, free your mind, read your mind, read your mind +Body take a week to find, the cops gon' be like, "Never mind" +What's on your mind? Put the pistol to your mind and blow your mind +Control your mind, mind freak, no sober mind, I'm so behind +But front line, you crossed the line, and you better know your lines +And if you gettin' out of line, I hang you with a clothin' line +Wring you like an open line, keep your stanky ho in line +Them hoes be lyin', it's a thin line, and I know you know the line +Second line, second line, Tunechi got effective lines +Rough edges like a box of Checkers fries, that's a line +Catch the line, American flag, less stars, extra lines +Stretch the line, skip the line, 'til you no more next in line +Yeah, Tunechi-Tune a lunatic, my goonie-goons the gooniest +Run inside your room and kill you and who you roomin' with +The Uzi with the booty clip, more than one, I'm too equipped +Talkin' 'bout some fake niggas, based on true events +Tryin' not to get pinched, smokin' on a stupid stench +Lookin' in the mirror tryin' to figure where my pupils went +Flashy with a boujee bitch, Travy, that's my hooligan (It's lit) +Take the T off Tunechi and look at it as the crucifix, bitch +[Outro: Lil Wayne & Travis Scott] +C5, best rapper alive +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +Let it fly31EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Live Off My Closet[Intro: Lil Baby] +(Who made this beat?) +Drippin' +(Twysted Genius, baby) +Know what I'm sayin', drippin', know what I'm sayin' +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I can live off my closet before I go broke +I got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (Note) +Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke) +I be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (Boat) +We in the store, she don't know which one gold +This bitch think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both +We on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater +I walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +I'm a hyena, since everyone G.O.A.T.'s +Team full of shooters, pull up and they score +I got the drop on the opp, it's a go +I get two hundred racks every night for a show +I know it's a blessing +Christian Dior and Jordan 11's ('Leven) +I just hope I can dunk into Heaven (Heaven) +I just fucked on an actress for breakfast, I hope she ain't messy +I just be fuckin' bitches, I don't be textin' 'em +It ain't no in the middle, shoot the messenger +He won't let nobody get the best of him +Oh, you don't know Scotty? Take a Tesla +Plus she won't let me get it in, so I left her there +I got too many women, Baby Hefner +I let the lil' bros keep the extra +I used the baking soda, we was stretchin' 'em +Making these deals, numbers come in decimals +Or I might get bored and buy a bitch a hair salon +I'ma pay for it, bruh, ain't never have to front +I make a million dollars every other month +As soon as I get done, I'ma give her some +Not like the rest of 'em, I'm a different one +I had to shoot back, I ain't get to run +Can't let a fuck nigga take my mama's son +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I can live off my closet before I go broke +I got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (Note) +Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke) +I be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (Boat) +We in the store, she don't know which one gold +This bitch think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both +We on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater +I walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats +I can live off my closet before I go broke +I got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (Note) +Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke) +I be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (Boat) +We in the store, she don't know which one gold +This bitch think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both +We on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater +I walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats +[Verse 2: Future] +Grippin' that rod and I'm breakin' that law (Yeah) +I got too much Givenchy in the closet (Yeah) +Count up the cash and I'm drowsy (Yeah) +And I got more oil than a Saudi (Yeah) +I don't know what made 'em doubt me (Yeah) +Made a hundred M's, shouldn't doubt me (Yeah) +I got the jeweler, the mula (Yeah) +I go to Jerusalem, they callin' me daddy (Yeah) +Pray to Young Pluto and kick it like judo (Yeah) +I'm flippin' this money the fastest (Yeah) +Bitches in love with the kid, really fuck with the kid, they gon' follow the protocol +Go out the country, smoke on the best bud, fuck on the best whores +Ain't no more regular diamonds +My shit coming with a passport +And ain't worried 'bout the card declinin' (Yeah) +I got three mil' in cash at the Waldorf (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +I done went to New York to spend at Dior (Yeah) +I got the gas like BP (Pluto) +Throw the party when you see the opps, nigga +No clown shit, we send 'em six feet +I done spent millions in CC (What up?) +I done made millions with RiRi (Super) +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I can live off my closet before I go broke +I got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (Note) +Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke) +I be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (Boat) +We in the store, she don't know which one gold +This bitch think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both +We on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater +I walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats +I can live off my closet before I go broke +I got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (Note) +Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke) +I be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (Boat) +We in the store, she don't know which one gold +This bitch think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both +We on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater +I walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats +[Outro: Lil Baby] +I been making these deals, numbers come with decimals +I been making these deals, numbers come with decimals +I been making these deals, numbers come with decimals +I been making these deals, numbers come with decimals13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Throw Your Flag Up[Intro: RZA] +Eh-yo, Kinetic +What up God? You got that Glock cleaned? +Soaked those bullets in oil? +So yo, I'mma call the Black Knights up +And North Star from down in the Westside +Nah mean? +Eh-yo, they gon' come and blast this shit over +YouknowImean? +Think we don't need no Shaolin cats for the job +Take it to the Wild Wild West +{​*beat kicks in*}​ +BOODOODOO.. +[Intro Pt. II: Crisis (RZA) {​Ms. Roxy}​] +Yeah.. (Come on son) +The one and only.. sharpshooter.. +(Spark these niggas my nigga) +Yo I speak to be heard {​Digital}​ +The truth shall set you free {​Digital}​ +(Set them niggas free God) +You in a Chamber, in the Chamber {​Bobby, Bobby, Bobby..}​ +(BOODOODOO.. Darkness, you know? Must come to light) +[Verse 1: Crisis (RZA)] +Eh-yo, it's the sharpshooter, one and only, guaranteed +I ain't tripping, yo it ain't no comparing me +To nothing else, untraceable, like a stealth bomber on your radar +There they are, take a look, yo I spit the uncontainable +Highly flammable, unexplainable +Game Pro - Crisis show you how to tame a ho +Show you how the game should go +So you lames can know +Black Knights equals nothing but dope +So what you working with? +You bitch niggas ain't hurting shit, spitting commercial shit +We rhyme for different purposes +I spit for the cause, you spit for the broads +I spit for the streets, you spit for the geeks +I spit for North Long Beach and all of my peeps +Holding it down, I spit for the meak +We holding the crown, you savage niggas had your chance +So now it's on us, it's just us, you get your bones crushed +You got against us, resist us? +I thinks not (thinks not), it's impossible {​*echoes*}​ +[Break: RZA] +If you live for the blood, Throw Your Flag Up +If you got the love in your heart, Throw Your Flag Up +[Verse 2: RZA] +Rollie Fingers in the back, son rolled the bag up +Street had the pen and the pad, he threw a tag up +Uncooked beef in the street, they tagged the rag up +Goldie got the clip from the closet and filled the gat up +Bobby sharpened the razor, oiled the bat up +Let the dogs out the basement, pulled the rap up +Somehow the Brown cats about to get clapped up +Pussy high nigga off coke tried to act up +Against the world's greatest mind, Bob Digital +Might throw a Shaolin Hand-block or a fifty-two +My young son Big Un don't fuck with Patty Cake +Bound to walk through the woods barefoot, choke a rattlesnake +While his brother Melchizedeck, dissect it +Up in the project life, the street's be hectic +The gun burst, son shot his tongue first +Shouldn't've shot his tongue first, should've shot the gun first +Now chew on the Sunburst, bitch, it's Bobby's day +Lyrics for the out, click click, like shottys spray +Tear through flesh/bone, get lodged up in your ass cheek +Cuz you came talkin' that same bullshit last week +Fuckin' cokehead nigga, what? Your brain numb? +I used to wonder where these pussy-clats came from +Up in the thirty-six cell block I Shadowbox +Sip on wheat grass and build up like a male ox +[Break: RZA (Monk)] +If you love for the Glock, +Throw Your Flag Up+ +If you got love for the Gods, +Throw Your Flag Up+ +If you live from the heart, +Throw Your Flag Up+ +Don't cause the beef, I might tie the rag up +All my Digihead niggas, roll the bag up +BOODOODOODOO.. and +Throw Your Flag Up+ +(If you come from Long Beach, +Throw Your Flag Up+ +If you come from Compton, throw your rag up +If you come from the West then throw your hood up +If you come from the block then +Throw Your Flag Up+) +[Verse 3: Monk] +I spit the flavor for the ear, shit for the streets +Rollin' in the cutty about five niggas deep +One SK, two Tec-9's and two sticks +Ready to trip on these fools around my way poppin' shit +Like the Black Knights don't air them things out +Knuckle up in the spot 'til someone get drops +Stomped, get passed out +Passed out off a pint of that pah, ready to mic brawl +Clean sweep, took the first pitch, knocked the home-run +Black Knights known to grab mics, leave the spots full blown +You know motto, the +Knights or Nuttin'+, so stop frontin' +Like you ain't heard this high pitch through your twelve-inch +Kenwoods, Alpines, I keep those six-by-nines thumpin' ++Jumpin' Jumpin'+ like Destiny, I laced it with the Rugged recipe +You know my technique on a Ra' beat +Speak the Digi slurred speech but aggressive with the mic +On mine, it's strictly Black Knights +Steal the spotlight, show niggas how to rock mics +The right way, spit like a K, M-o-n-k +The conqueror, smash your sponsor +Learn the lesson from the Black Knight lethal +Silent Weapon+ +[Outro x2: Ms. Roxy] +Digital, Digital, Digital.. +Bobby, Bobby, Bobby.. +Digi, Digi, Digi.. + +Red RoverLyrics not availiableEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Words From Raekwon (Spoken Word)[Raekwon] +One day Joe asked me, ya know what I mean +"Would you, would you get on a joint with Pun?" +Ya know what I mean, on the strength, I'm like +"Hell yeah the kid got talent" +Ya know what I mean +So, our first joint we did together was Fire Water, and that was Pun's introduction to the game... he murdered the joint + +Ignorant[Intro] +Alright, put the money in the bag, PUT IT IN! +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +'Cause I'm ignorant, bitch 'cause I'm ignorant +'Cause I'm ignorant, 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +I pull up on my teacher and I'm ignorant +If she acting slick then I let that .30 spit +I pull up on your momma house and slap her with my dick +I feel like Randy Orton every time I flip a brick +Young nigga trappin', swervin' in a foreign whip +I be posted, selling crack and hitting hella licks +Diamonds white and they looking like a crack rock +Lil Pump I be posted in the trap spot +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +'Cause I'm ignorant, bitch 'cause I'm ignorant +'Cause I'm ignorant, 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +[Verse 2: Smokepurpp] +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Trapper of the century, I be flipping packs +Bullets flying faster than a running back +Make a nigga backflip like an acrobat +We the youngest niggas posted in the trap +Chain lemonade like it's Minute Maid +I'ma smack your bitch if she misbehave +I've been counting Gualla, I've been getting paid +A thousand five-hundred is my feature rate +I just dropped off my senior year (Fuck that shit) +I just dropped another rack on foreign gear, then I dropped another rack on my ear +Lil Water I've been trapping all year +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +Niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +'Cause I'm ignorant, bitch 'cause I'm ignorant +'Cause I'm ignorant, 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant +Ayy, niggas hatin' on me 'cause I'm ignorant5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Partytime[Intro] +What time is it? +[Hook] +Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight +Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight +Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight +Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight +[Verse 1] +Check this out +A lot of hip-hoppers, y'all just small talkers +Y'all could risk getting cut off like some knickerboxers +Y'all gone flop and y'all better off playin soccer +Misdemeanor my demeanor be the club rocker +My flow proper keep my goodies in a locker +Not a artist shocker but I am a shot of vodka +Private stalker number one game talker +When I start it up, there will be not one stopper +Fuck around and get your dome cracked like a cracker +Matter fact I'll break your bones like a chiropractor +Never slack up I rack up and leave you fractured +On the curb wicky word wicky leave you fractured +Haters all in my face can you please back up +Hater smilin in my face you need to be an actor +Beat jacker call for backup +'Cause I smick smick smack ya now tell me who's badder +[Hook] +Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight (Say What!) +Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight (What Time Is It!) +Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight (True Indeed!) +Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight (Holla!) +[Verse 2] +Check it +Most individuals swear they invisible +Guys think I'm more important than the Superbowl +Rhymin is a ritual now pay me my residual +'Cause everyday and all day you hear me on your stereo +I'm in the centerfold I make guys lose control +In the studio I'm droppin hits from my booty hole +Ya F'in mulio, y'all don't want to test me yo +'Cause when I'm done ya hair look like Coolio +Now please cool it Joe, Misdemeanor real pro +Ficky ficky real pro wit a ficky ill flow +I kick down doors and I rock many shows +I put a tag on your toe and call you John Doe +Missy be the name and M.E. is my initials +Forget about it like the world forgot Sisqo +Take it to the club pop lock it to the disco +Think you ought to know that it's bout to get physical +[Hook] +Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight +Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight +Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight +Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight +[Verse 3] +I don't care 'cause me do not fear +Boom ti boom ri straight to ya ear +Best beware when you come around here +Don't you dare come unprepared +Misdemeanor watch dem suckerz sleep sleep +Got dem keys to the jeep beep beep +Misdemeanor put it pon ya leak +Ride the beat on the 1 2 treat [BLAH] +[Hook] +Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight +Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight +Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight +Tonight it's partytime, it's partytime tonight + +Lay LowYou gotta lay low +(...)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +YFS (Young, Fresh, Shameless)[Chorus] +Young, fresh and shameless, young, fresh and shameless +About to body slam the beat, Love Wrestlemania +Love miscellaneous, fuck instantaneous +I'm busting nuts in her mouth, young macadamia +Young, rich and famous, young rich and famous +Young Money but the money so fuckin' ancient +Buy wine, drink it, by God, amen +Can't forget to thank him, young, fresh and shameless +[Verse 1] +Back to it, waste no time +Black Uzi, Draco, 9 +Back room smokin' bomb +Got to feel me, pour the five +Black mamba, Kobe Bryant +Snake eyes open wide +Rat poison, you know why +Hair trigger, no salon +Can't lose, in overtime, hit Miami for LeBron +Swam through whole Ocean Drive +Smoke a stick, porcupine +All these bitches want be mine +Yeah she lit I blow her mind +Look at how I make all these looking ass niggas roll they eyes +Go retarded on them, Tunechi +Openhearted on them, Tunechi +I'm the father, I wear the pants, I'm talking Corduroy or blue jeans +Smoking harder on a doobie, holy water running through me +Polariods are tryna shoot me +I am Nino, you a pookie +[Verse 2] +Young niggas famous, my young niggas go in +My OGs are no different, identical twins +1-7 amen, that's my set, amen +Can't forget to thank him +Fuck these hoes, I blame them +Young, fresh and shameless, young, fresh and shameless +Bout to body slam your bitch +Lord, Wrestlemania +Young, rich and famous, young, rich and famous +If you hating on me you can tongue kiss the anus +Bigger picture painting, fine art framing +Don't forget to hang it, fine wine drank it +Turn a trap house to the wine house, Amy +My God, amen +Don't forget to thank him +Don't try to play him, your whole squad be dead men +We pull up in the AM, toast, waffles, bacon +More fiyah blazin', the chopper sound Jamaican +I stay armed like a cowboy +Troy Aikman +[Verse 3] +That's a Polo blanket, she under it naked +I'm under influences, got me overthinking +Got me syrup drinkin', popping Percs to painers +Niggas talking about they gods, they just Kirk Franklins +And my dreams are so big, feel like the Earth's shrinking +I wake up and chase my dreams, catch 'em and detain 'em +Still the best rapper alive, still the steel is stainless +I feel like the Yankees, boy my hittas can’t miss +[Chorus] +Young, fresh and shameless, young, fresh and shameless +About to body slam your bitch +Lord, Wrestlemania +Love miscellaneous, we fuck instantaneous +I'm busting nuts in her mouth, young macadamia +Young, rich and famous, young rich and famous +Young Money but the money so fuckin' ancient +Buy wine, drink it, by God, amen +Can't forget to thank him, young, fresh and shameless +[Outro] +Young, fresh and shameless +Stevie, Mula, yeah +Got me syrup drinkin', popping Percs to painers +Niggas talking about they gods, they just Kirk Franklins +Oh3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Everyday[Hook:] +Every day I need my shit done in a special way everyday +Off the top see me and want to serve +Just thinkin about what they need +Ain't that some nerve, now look here 24 hours and +7 whole days, I demand my respect +I demand my praise, everyday that I wake +I gotta have everything done with no mistakes +I take it incredibly slow don't try to rush me +No means no, I never said a no that meant yes +Other women get taken for granted +I guess I got a wish list that must be fulfilled +And you gets none until I get my toes sucked +And my eyebrows pluked +I need my car waxed and floor shellac +I need my back rubbed and da bubbles in the tub +That float to the bed so that we can make love +[Hook] +It ain't to ask for when +I come off tour to have my truck washed +Or my body massaged, all the bills paid i send home +All my dough and you being my man it just ain't for show +All the lovey dovey yeah that is sweet +But honey bunny you gotta earn your keep +But don't sleep cause I need a lot of shit done +And cold harded yeah check out whatever is clever +And get to stepping if you know somthing better +If not, then respect whatcha got +Meanwhile I got a new ride at the lot +Pick it up and bring it back to the spot +This is how we do it this is how we do it now, everyday +I need it done in a special way baby, tell them how it goes +[Hook] +On the real I need a man that understands me and +Realizes the reality: I'm in the MC industry which means +I want to live lovely I gotta make money +Listen so never ask me to give it less then what I got +If it's too hot nigga, then raise up out my spot +If it's my trade i made up the black ace of spade +Alone in the world it's me you can't fade +It's my life, I do it my way +You don't like my way? Then hit the highway +See I'm special not because I'm MC lyte, but because +I'm a women with the gift to bear life, it's done +Yes I've rested my case now run pick up my dermalogical +For my face this is how it goes down everyday +I need it done in a special way baby +[Hook] + +Charlie Sheen[Intro] +Ooh, Lil Pump +Off a bean, yeah, huh? +Ooh +[Chorus] +I smash bitches off a bean (Bean) +Countin' racks up off a bean (Ooh) +Bitch, what the fuck you mean? (Yeah) +I wake up and sip some lean (Lean) +30 thousand on my ring (Ooh) +Get my dick sucked at the beach (Yeah) +I'm a millionaire for life +I ain't worried 'bout anything (Ooh) +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen (Charlie) +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen (Ooh) +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen (Charlie) +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen (Ooh) +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen (Huh?) +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen (Brr) +Kick a bitch out my house +'Cause her head game very weak (Ooh, wow) +[Verse] +I'm a multi millionairе (Yeah), but I don't know how to read (Read) +I got so much pints in my housе, I'm a walkin' pharmacy (Ooh) +Yeah, I pop a lot of molly (Yeah), 'cause that's my Vitamin C (Ooh) +No, I don't eat no breakfast (No), I wake up, take ecstasy (Ooh, ooh) +Karate chop your door, like if I was Bruce Lee (Bruce Lee) +I smoke so much loud, man, they thought I was chinese (Ying-yang) +Smashin' bad bitches and they is from Panamese (Panamese) +Got that asian bitch nipple (Ooh), and she told me squeeze (Ooh) +[Chorus] +I smash bitches off a bean +Countin' racks up off a bean +Bitch, what the fuck you mean? +I wake up and sip some lean +30 thousand on my ring +Get my dick sucked at the beach +I'm a millionaire for life +I ain't worried 'bout anything +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen +Kick a bitch out my house +'Cause her head game very weak +[Open Verse] +[Chorus] +Ooh, I smash bitches off a bean +Countin' racks up off a bean +Bitch, what the fuck you mean? +I wake up and sip some lean +30 thousand on my ring +Get my dick sucked at the beach +I'm a millionaire for life +I ain't worried 'bout anything +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen +Bitch, I'm livin' like Charlie Sheen +Kick a bitch out my house +'Cause her head game very weakEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Original Uzi (4 of Us) [Demo]Lyrics from Snippet +[Verse] +My pockets, they stick out like a brick (What?) +Your pockets, yeah, they light like a feather (Pff) +Yeah, I don't cheat (What?) +Me and my girl fuck bitches together (Yeah) +I wear jackets no matter the weather (Yeah) +Rockin' red Balmain leather +I be thinkin' life is a set up (Yeah) +'Bout to go out with Berreta +Huh, yeah +Gotta pull out in this metal (Ayy) +You a get Pac just like Kelly (Ayy) +But I want World Peace like Metta (Yeah) +Wait, countin' cheese, that’s that feta (Yeah) +She a light-skin when I'm redder +Wait, that's your bitch? Nigga better get her +'Cause my picture all on her header (Huh) +On Twitter (On Twitter), on Twitter (On Twitter) +On Twitter (Yeah), on Twitter +Better get your bitch, nigga, I'll rip her (I rip her) +Had her up on my bed then I flipped her (Yeah) +Yeah, wet like flipper, huh (What) +Yeah, wet like dippers (Huh) +What? In my slippers (Yeah) +Yeah, did I mention? (What?) +Yeah, now she wet (Wet) +What? +She get attached then I clip it (Huh) +Rick Owen boots with the zippers (Yeah) +Okay, you hip but I'm hipper (I'm hipper, I'm hip) +Shoot with that...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +You Owe Me (feat Ginuwine)[Nas] +Uh, it's real, it's real, it's real +Uh, uh, owe me back, uh shorty +Shorty, what up, huh? +Come on +[1 - Ginuwine] +Shorty, say what's your price +Just to back it up +You can hold my ice +Now let's say you owe me something +[Nas] +Yeah, owe me back like you owe your tax +Owe me back like forty acres to Blacks +Pay me back when you shake it like that girl +[2 - Ginuwine] +Shorty, say what's your price +Just to back it up +You can hold my ice +Now let's say you owe, owe, owe +[Nas] +Yeah owe me back like you owe your rent +Owe me back like its money I spent +Pay me back when you shake it again +The don, all the time, with all the shine +You small time, I ball with mine +Links, minks, Bentley, it's all with mine +My jams bump out to the borderline +UK hot with it, blew spots with it +Every continent love when I spit it +Corners to blocks, even the cops feel it +Brothas on lockdown on their cots feel it +It's real in the field the Last Mohican +Who survived in the streets and did something decent +Now I got plans to buy the whole hood +Legit' now, I ain't gotta lie to no judge +I make hits now, money I flip now +Hood fella every honey wanna kiss now +I lit up my neck, pinkie, and wrist now +So girls everywhere, this is how we get down +[Repeat 1] +[3 - Ginuwine] +Shorty, say what's your price +Just to back it up +You can hold my ice +Now let's say you owe, owe, owe +[Nas] +Yeah owe me back like you owe your rent +Owe me back like its money I lent +Pay me back when you shake it again +[Nas] +Play to win, girls in the club moving +I get 'em real hot, my songs seduce 'em +I flow, I'm so mysterious +Nas, and Nasty's the alias +Everything platinum I glow +Cadillac trucks pulling up to the do' +On top out the car, lounge at the bar +We spent a thou', we wild, look at how rowdy we are +Feel like a million dollars, feel me holler +To the max with the Benz and chrome wheeled Impalas +Thugs and renta's, to the playas and ballers +Sexy mamas, fly ladies lookin' proper +Look good enough to be taken shoppin' +Earrings, bracelets, now you rocking +Your body's so nice that I give you this option +Let you wear my big chain if we get it popping +[Repeat 1] +[Repeat 2] +[Ginuwine] +I put the shackles on your feet (You owe me) +I think you owe me some (You owe me) +The shackles on your feet (You owe Nas) +I think you owe me some (You owe Ginuwine) +(You owe Timbaland, you owe me) +[Nas] +Lock you down baby, you know what you owe me +Mack like Goldie, it's the same story +Let you hold something, you spending it right +Know where you gon' be by the end of the night +Make it bounce, shake it, move it around +Wiggle it a little bit, throw it to the south +Fantasizing me inside and you riding +Throw it like a stallion, you wearin' my medallion +[Ginuwine] +Shorty, say what's your price +Just to back it up +You can hold my ice +Now let's say you owe me something +(You owe me something, oh yeah) +I said shorty, say what's your price +(You owe Nas) +Just to back it up +(You owe Ginuwine) +You can hold my ice +(You owe Timbaland) +Now let's say you owe +You owe us something, baby +Oh, oh, ohEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Receipt[Intro] +Yeah, yeah +It's kinda hard sayin' this shit to your face +So I do it over snares and bass +Music take me away +(I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt) +(Yeah, to redeem your love, that's exactly what I need) +Yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon +[Verse 1] +Young bull +I know you love me like you never loved +You know you couldn't find a better thug +And, uh +You been peepin' me since I was younger +So young that you even called me your little brother +But I'm all grown up now, I got my own money +I'm married and divorced and my daughter is a woman +And guess what? My daughter want another +Sister or brother, and you lookin' like a mother +I took you from a clubber to a lover +And you took another bitch husband, the other bitch wasn't +Doin' shit for him +She say she did too much, I say she did nothing +She need to quit frontin' +I haven't hid nothin' and you love everything +Can't hide your feelings, won't let my pride conceal it +You got Wayne, I charge it to the game +And baby, you can keep the change, but +[Chorus] +(I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt) +It's kinda hard sayin' this shit to your face +So I do it over snares and bass +Music take me away +(I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt) +It's kinda hard sayin' this shit to your face +So I do it over snares and bass +Music take me away +[Verse 2] +Destiny Child CD, song number three +She cater to me 'til we fall asleep +Then we wake up and we pick up where we started +Then she make a nigga breakfast, Sprite, orange juice, and water +And she on stage waitin' for me after my show +So no time for groupies, straight to the top floor, yeah +Fresh out the shower, a smile and a towel +Then after an hour, she gon' need another shower +When I'm at home in my coupe or in the office +Or the streets of the Boot, I'm thinking 'bout you +And most of the girls that come by are cute +And they try to holler, but they all on mute +And my old girls turn they face up at me, yeah +They throw they purses and they makeup at me +'Cause you got Wayne, I charge it to the game +And baby, you can keep the change, but +[Chorus] +(I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt) +It's kinda hard sayin' this shit to your face +So I do it over snares and bass +Music take me away +(I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt) +It's kinda hard sayin' this shit to your face +So I do it over snares and bass +Music take me away +[Verse 3] +Come home, smell the food on the stove +She done cleaned the whole house, washed the dishes and the clothes +And when we out, we do it just how we supposed +Look good for the public, leave the drama in the Rolls +Royce, choice of car that we move in +She get high sometimes 'cause I'm always doin' it, yeah +You hear them hallways, we always doin' it +Work her, every time feel like the first one +Perfect when a nigga stressin' at work +She take away all of the pain, make it lesser than dirt +That's why you got Wayne, I charge it to the game +And baby, you can keep the change, but +[Outro] +(I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt) +(Yeah, to redeem your love, that's exactly what I need) +I got you +(I got to hold on, hold on to my receipt), yeah +It's kinda hard saying this shit to your face +So I do it over snares and bass +Music take her away11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Around the Way GirlOkay I saw you at the bus stop +You had on a halter top +And your mini skirt +And your Dooney and your Bourke +So I turn around and scooped you +Hit you with that toot toot +Like do you need a ride +Like do you need a ride +Because I know where you're from +You're from where I'm from +And I'm with you girl +I know you girl +I like you girl +I want you and I'm from where you're from +And I'm cool with your mom +And I like you girl +I want you girl +I'm with you girl +I'm for you girl +[Chorus] +You're my around the way girl, oh +You're my around the way girl, oh oh +You're my around the way girl, oh +You're my around the way girl, oh oh +I saw you at the Benz lot +In that new Benz drop +Lookin' at that Benz drop +So I brought you that Benz drop +And now you in that new coupe +Hit me with that toot toot +Like girl I need a ride +Like girl I need a ride +Because you know where I'm from +I'm from where you're from +And I'm with ya girl +I know you girl +I like you +I want you and you're from where I'm from +And your cool with my mom +And I know you +I like you +I'm with you +I'm for you girl +[Chorus] +You're my around the way girl, oh +You're my around the way girl, oh oh +You're my around the way girl, oh +You're my around the way girl, oh oh3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Moment[Intro] +Turn the music on +They say baby how you do it +Never question greatness, never question greatness +Tell 'em never question greatness +I just do it +I'm so high I feel weightless +All my shooters are courageous, and +[Hook] +Ain't a moment 'til I make it +It ain't a moment 'til I make it +Have my cake and eat it too, I want a bakery +And see lately +All I've been doin' is celebratin' +Don't even know what I'm celebratin' +I know why you ain't celebratin', cause you ain't sellin' nathin' +They got niggas catchin' cases, while we out here catchin' breaks +And I'm gon' shoot it if I wave it, shoot it if I wave it +(Shoot it if I wave it) +Do yourself a favor, save yourself cause I can't save yah +[Verse 1] +Know you see me in that Rolls Royce, glass house, that nigga, hands down +No givin' up, no layin' down, all red, ant pile +My oldest son just turned five, I said "Lil nigga, you a man now" +Ride around with that strap out cause my Rolls Royce, glass house +I just got a text that said "Baby I just cashed out" +Whack weed get ashed out, put Persian rugs in the crack house +All y'all that lashed out, I'll come see what that's 'bout +But you don't need to call the fireman, to put a mothafuckin' match out +I can't remember my last drought, all my niggas' smashmouth +Got pure coke, brand new birds, we get 'em as soon as they hatch, slime +And you know the driveway too big when you ain't gotta back out +Paper chase like cat mouse, my nigga it +[Hook] +Ain't a moment 'till I make it +It ain't a moment 'till I make it +Have my cake and eat it too, I want a bakery +And see lately +All I've been doin' is celebratin' +Don't even know what I'm celebratin' +I know why you ain't celebratin', cause you ain't sellin' nathin' +They got niggas catchin' cases, while we out here catchin' breaks +And I'm gon' shoot it if I wave it, shoot it if I wave it +Do yourself a favor, save yourself cause I can't save yah +[Verse 2] +Know you see me cause my roof all in my trunk +Know he dead when the horn honk +Niggas say they kings, they lyin', boy you talkin' to a card shark +I already made my mark, please don't think I just pop corks +Got these voices in my head screamin', can't believe they're not hoarse +Bitch I've been a beast since cartoon sheets +It's real on the field, I need new cleats, outgrew these +Catch you while you sleep, turn your sheets to maroon sheets +Them choppers turn your homeboys into amputees +And that's not a good look, momma was a chef, but daddy cooked the work +Said "I know it stank but it's good" +Look, we treat them triggers like repeat buttons +Leave it all out there, or leave nothin' +Like the world a crystal ball, I keep rubbin' it +[Hook] +Ain't a moment 'till I make it +It ain't a moment 'till I make it +Have my cake and eat it too, I want a bakery +And see lately +All I've been doin' is celebratin' +I don't even know what I'm celebratin' +I know why you ain't celebratin', cause you ain't sellin' nathin' +They got people catchin' cases, while we out here catchin' breaks +And I'm gon' shoot it if I wave it, shoot it if I wave it +Do yourself a favor, save yourself cause I can't save yah +[Verse 3] +Can't nobody save yah +New Orleans pride and savior +Nigga this that Carter 5 +I feel like, feel like I'm on my final caper +Uh, and I'm about to smoke one, pass out, OG kush, hashed out +She only want alcohol and trees, fuck that, you gotta branch out +I camp out by a rat house, wait 'till he turn the lamp out +Still drownin' in the fuckin' money, y'all niggas look like y'all swam out +In this bitch, gats out in this bitch +She say she can come and help my fat wallet get fit +I told her that's not in this script, I don't see that in the script +I'm smokin', gettin' head, lookin' down tryna read lips +[Hook] +Ain't a moment 'till I make it +It ain't a moment 'till I make it +Have my cake and eat it too, I want a bakery +And see lately +All I've been doin' is celebratin' +Don't even know what I'm celebratin' +I know why you ain't celebratin', cause you ain't sellin' nathin' +Niggas I had you catchin' cases, while we out here catchin' breaks +And I'm gon' shoot it if I wave it, shoot it if I wave it +(Shoot it if I wave it) +I tell myself +Ain't a moment 'till I make it +It ain't a moment 'till I make it +Have my cake and eat it too, I want a bakery +And see lately +All I've been doin' is celebratin' +Don't even know what I'm celebratin' +I know why you ain't celebratin', cause you ain't sellin' nathin'154EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Presidential Campaign Rally Speech South Carolina July 2020EDITING IN PROGRESS +[Audience] +Yeah Kanye! +[Audience] +Yeezy, Yeezy, Yeezy… +[Kanye] +I figured if we were all quiet, I wouldn’t need a mic in here is that true? +[Audience] +Yeah. +[Kanye] +What is the number one thing that you guys want to change, because I want you all to [inaudible]? +[Audience] +(Crosstalk) Education. +[Kanye] +All right, get up here. [inaudible]. I want you to explain what the problem with education is. +[Summer] +The problem with education is they don’t stick up for minorities or people who aren’t in [inaudible]… +[Kanye] +Hold on one second. What I want you guys to do no one to clap, no one to scream until she says I am done with my point. +[Audience] +Yes sir. +[Kanye] +[inaudible] then explain the issue. +[Summer] +My name is Summer [?]. I’d like to say that the issue with education is that it is whitewashed and not only white-washed, it is washed over by whoever is the victor. So that people who are marginalized in any community, not just necessarily people of color… +[Kanye] +I know that we are trained to emotionally react to the points that are said, to say Mm-hmm I feel that" or "Mm-hmm, I feel that". But today, I want you guys to try, not to try, because trying is failing. What I want you guys to do is show how we can have complete silence until she expresses her point completely. And when she is done and says, "I...I...We have fully expressed ourselves" because I don’t love the word, I. Which I get the [inaudible]. +When she says, We have completely expressed our point…[interrupted] who is that? +([We can’t hear you in the back]) +You can’t hear? Can we close those two Malcolm X doors in the back? +You see where the two exits are? Is it okay to close the doors, but keep them unlocked, while we’re talking? I think it can help with the sound. Moving forward, we will be in rooms where the acoustics will be absolutely incredible because I will be involved in the design. +[Kanye] +Summer…Summer has an expression about education. Summer go ahead, now what I’m saying is no camera flicks, no flashes, no moving, no opening up Doritos bags. All right Summer, let’s go. +[Summer] +Okay, so the problem with education that I was saying is, people are marginalized, they’re not teaching all of history. They’re only teaching it from one perspective, which is the victor's perspective. That’s not always the right perspective and I feel like if we’re able to include other people into the perspective and into the conversation, it’ll teach the generation coming up how to be more inclusive, how to respond to situations. It’ll teach people how to love each other. +There’s just so much wrong with education, some people don’t know so many things, not only just in high school, in college, in the jail systems, everywhere. So many people don’t know, after you come out of jail, you still have the right to vote. A lot of people don’t know that. There’s so much wrong with the education that we can’t keep up with… +[Kanye] +[inaudible], history. +Summer’s going to speak on police brutality also. She has another expression she needs to make. +[Summer] +Is that okay with you guys? +[Audience] +Yes! +[Kanye] +Wait a second. It doesn’t have to be okay with you guys because I stated that she was going to do that… +Quiet down for a second because the problem is, we only have made moves that we are generally okay with not understanding that Instagram has been controlling the opinions of what we are okay with. +[Audience] +Yes! +[Kanye West] +So, me as the leader of the free world, it's time for the very first round. +[Audience] +Yes! +[Kanye] +Inside of the very first rally. [crosstalk] I’ve made a decision that Summer is going to express her feelings and information on police brutality. Silence please. +[Summer] +Okay, so my feelings on police brutality is not everyone should be allowed onto the police force, first of all. So many people are on the police force that shouldn’t be in the police force. They just want to have authority in action and power. Not only that, what he was saying about brainwashing, obviously he’s right. He’s Kanye West. +[inaudible] social media is brainwashing people, stuff like TikTok. TikTok is brainwashing little kids. People are on here at 3 years old watching TikTok. +[Kanye] +Pause, pause. If you guys want to whisper, go outside and talk. We need absolute silence, we need absolute order. That is the only way for this country to be back in order. And for us to have absolute order, respect, dignity, and honor for those that we showed up in here and that are speaking. Summer is talking right now, if you see someone next to you that nudges you or tries to whisper. Hold your hand and say, this person is distracting me from what Summer is saying right now, and we will have them escorted out. +Now Summer, go ahead. +[Summer] +So on the topic of brainwashing, just everything brainwashes us now. Social media, if they want something, they can program it into our minds. TV, social media, literally everything and the state of the nation is just it’s in complete dismay. +Summer: (06:04) +There’s one cop that feels like everything is okay, there’s one out that feels like everything is in tatters. And I wish everyone can just come together, respect everyone’s opinions. You don’t have to agree with them, but you can always respect their opinion and that’s how I feel. I have expressed what I needed to say. +Kanye West: (06:04) +Raise your hand silently if you have another issue that you would like to bring up. I saw your hand first. +Lauren: (06:04) +My name is Lauren McLeod. +Kanye West: (06:04) +This is Lauren McLeod. +Kanye West: (08:43) +I understand everyone is excited, it’s a new world. You have someone who is not afraid of anyone and only afraid of God and in honor to God…we have someone who isn’t afraid of anyone and in honor to God and is at a 132 I.Q. genius that literally went to the hospital because his brain was too big for his skull and literally…Absolutely no clapping. That went to Adidas when it was 50 billion dollar organization losing two billion dollars and ended up at 62 billion dollars before COVID that went to the stock market with GAP and whose net worth went from 3.3 billion to 5 billion in 45 minutes. Now, that his friends, I only have one superhero friend right now, who is that? [inaudible 00:08:49]. Okay, so we have one member of the superhero avenger team, so far. So I know that this is an exciting movement, but we’re not excited because if I told you that I bought you a brand new Mercedes Benz and it’s outside, you’d run to the car. But if I was society today, I wouldn’t have the car directly outside, I’d have it on the other side of the street. So you’d get hit by a car trying to run to your new car. +Kanye West: (09:32) +And that’s what social media…Quiet. That’s what social media does. It gets you excited about things. It gets you turned up about things. It gets you running around and I’m just walk…I don’t know where these bricks come from, but I’m going to use them. +Kanye West: (09:33) +Wait a second, where did the bricks come from though? Did you put the bricks in the street? +Audience: (09:33) +No. +Kanye West: (09:33) +Did you put the bricks in the street? I’m not talking about the riots, I’m talking about the bricks in the 80s. +Audience: (09:33) +Oh. +Kanye West: (09:33) +We’re ready. +Lauren: (10:07) +Education is an important topic. Education…[inaudible 00:10:07] +Kanye West: (10:09) +We have no microphone.[inaudible 00:10:09]. You got it. +Lauren: (10:09) +Education starts everything. Education starts people who are in our police force, in our healthcare force, in our political force. So, if we’re not educated properly, how can we live in America if we don’t even have the education to live in America. I grew up in Tulsa. I grew up right here surrounded by white people. There’s nothing wrong with white people, but you live with a whole different perspective than everybody else. I lived with a whole different perspective than everybody else and we need to change everything, so we can begin to change. +Lauren: (10:42) +[inaudible 00:10:42], with people in our society. And I think healthcare is so important because if people don’t have access to healthcare, how can people live their life? How can you live your life if you don’t feel comfortable going to the doctor’s, don’t feel comfortable going to vote, if you’re not able to go and vote? +Kanye West: (11:09) +Okay, so I stubbed my toe. Two years ago. And went to the doctor because you know I’ve got to [inaudible 00:11:09], I got to take everything quite serious. I’m not just going to take some ointment or whatever, I’m going to go to the hospital. So, when I got there, 5 doctors asked me if I wanted pain medication. At the end of the year, they give out awards for people who have given out the most medication. +Kanye West: (11:26) +In Europe, there’s a higher threshold for pain. I got plastic surgery to try to look young and try to look like I needed to be on TV out in Los Angeles. You heard a small clip of that on TMZ. After getting the plastic surgery, that was a slippery slope to being addicted to Percocet. +Kanye West: (11:34) +Percocet released serotonin and endorphins in your mind that are similar to when you have an orgasm and are also a cousin and a sister of heroin. So, basically, some could say I was addicted to a smaller form of heroin. And I would live in this [inaudible 00:11:34] mansion in the state of community with my Maybach and I would drive to Calabasas high as a motherf***er. That’s the one that my dad is sitting at home waiting for Fox News to run that. +Kanye West: (12:34) +It said he was high as a mother-…No, because I went through a process of one thing leading to the next thing, leading to the next thing, leading to the next…No, because the next thing is the same thing. It’s a cycle. It’s the same thing. We are trapped in a loop. We are going to break that trap. +Kanye West: (12:55) +Uno memento…wait you come here for the next statement…you said can I…who’s the person that said can I ask? You said can I ask something? Okay, you stand up here, I would like for her to finish…”Imma let you finish” +Lauren: (12:55) +Okay, well I have a statement about pride and how it’s different… +Kanye West: (12:55) +About pride. +Lauren: (13:41) +Yeah, different places in the United States are trying to [inaudible 00:13:41]. I grew up in [inaudible 00:13:41]. I repeat [inaudible 00:13:48]. [inaudible 00:13:47], they would get in trouble for it, but other people wouldn’t. The same thing happens at school, if you get into a fight at school, some people get in trouble. [inaudible 00:13:55], dropped out of school and straight into jail. But other schools, you can get into a fight and you’re back in class that day or the next day. It’s not a fair [inaudible 00:14:03]. If we don’t acknowledge that, nothing’s going to change. There’s still white people, black people, every single person [inaudible 00:14:09], truly acknowledge that there is a difference between ways that we’re raised and the way we experience the world. +Lauren: (13:41) +And I think, hey we got celebrities. We have Kanye, but we also have so many other celebrities that represent so many people in the United States and its not fair. +Kanye West: (14:51) +I understand that there was a very, very hopeful moment that you had to experience for four years when I wore the Trump hat for four years. I’m going to explain to you that Democrats ain’t get sh** for blacks. And the most racist thing that’s ever been said out loud is the idea that if Kanye West runs for president, I’m going to split the Black votes. +Kanye West: (14:55) +This reminded me, what was Samuel L. Jackson’s character in Django? [crosstalk 00:14:59]. +Kanye West: (14:58) +Stephen…Okay, right, right. I’m not trying to quiet your voices actually. So, I don’t want to say that in an improper way, I just haven’t had the time to word it in the most elegant way possible. So, that’s a Stephen move. When Harriet Tubman, well Harriet Tubman never actually freed the slaves, she just had the slaves go work for other white people. +Kanye West: (15:38) +The National Basketball Association is not owned by any blacks. Universal Music is not owned by any blacks. Any celebrity that you see talking is not the real power. +Kanye West: (16:03) +Talking is not the real power because the real power that I am putting my line on the life today to speak about, you don’t see them. You don’t see the real power. You don’t know who’s putting the Internet near schools just to trap you. You don’t know who’s talking to you. Black women in between the ages of 12 to 21 that follows this person in order to buy this product. You don’t know who’s the head of the boards. +Kanye West: (16:41) +In risk or no risk of losing whatever deal possible, I am not on the board at Adidas. I am not on the board at GAP and that has to change today or I walk away. Because don’t believe that because they put the second woman, not the first on the bus, the first woman…you know that story where I am going right? There was a girl, do you remember her name? Not Rosa Parks. There was a dark skinned woman, what was she 15? 15. She was pregnant out of wedlock, so she couldn’t start the movement. She couldn’t put the bricks in the streets. I don’t know much about George Soros in all honesty. I do not know much about this man, so I will not bear false witness. I need to educate myself more about these. But also these things is, we pinpoint names. +Kanye West: (17:59) +We pinpoint people, we attack each other. We are all equal in God’s eyes. Sometimes, people are controlled by demons. Sometimes, people are controlled by the environment that we are in, but we are all God’s people. There’s no bad people. There are lost people, but we are all God’s people. There’s not left, right, red, blue. That’s why everybody here is purple today. And everyone, I’ve never got next to someone who didn’t get more prosperous because of it. George Soros, I know, know how to make homes in one day. Well, we’re doing the same thing. We’re making homeless shelters, so I would like to meet with George Soros, on that. Mark Zuckerberg would like to bring the Internet into Africa. Okay, well let’s beat Mark Zuckerberg because when you went to Africa, they said no. China is buying land in Africa. Okay, well my deal with Adidas is no longer that I get a 15% royalty, I’m giving them the 15% royalty. +Kanye West: (19:15) +Wait a second, I don’t want to hear…I’ll let you know when I’m finished with my thoughts. And I would prefer 10, I like multiples of 20, but I’m giving them a 15% royalty, but because of their 15% royalty, it made me into a billionaire. Which could make me, on this piece alone, at 0 tomorrow. But when God calls Moses, he has to leave his comfy job working for the Egyptians and free the people. And the freedom does not come from an election. The freedom comes from you not loading up pornography. The freedom comes from you not taking the Percocet. The freedom comes from you not doubting your brother and your sister. The freedom comes from you putting that gun down and not shooting people at the gas station. It has nothing to do with thos election. It only has to do with God and God’s people. He sent pause +Kanye West: (20:24) +He set pause for us to take a moment and breathe and not TikTok ourselves out. He sent pause for us, now we have a moment to breathe. It has nothing to do with black, white, rich, poor, red, blue, Native American, pilgrim. It has to deal with being truthful to what God has. +Kanye West: (20:47) +I see you have your hands up, walk up here, you’re going to get your chance…yes you, young lady walk up here. +Kanye West: (21:05) +Now let me tell you something, I heard you. All right, let me tell you…I’ll talk about Planned Parenthood. So…one more minute sir we can talk. I’m going to have my talk and then I’m going to do Planned Parenthood. +Kanye West: (21:09) +So…[inaudible 00:21:10] [inaudible 00:21:10] most likely speak Spanish here. No… we’re going to be [inaudible 00:21:26] most original languages and we, all these people,[inaudible 00:21:26]. So, and there are illegal, so called…, there’s no such thing as an illegal immigrant. People have been working here and supporting the world, then they need the opportunity for the freedom and the state of a…for the country that they’ve worked for. Let me go to Planned Parenthood. +Kanye West: (21:47) +The statement is, in the Bible, its says Thou should not kill. I remember that my girlfriend called me screaming and crying and I was just thinking. Because at that time I was a rapper, I was out there, I had some girlfriends and everything and I just thought to myself I want to word this in a way that, hey I don’t give a f***, I’m going to word it like [inaudible 00:22:16]. +Kanye West: (22:19) +So my girlfriend called me and I just thought to myself, please don’t tell me I get it [inaudible 00:22:23] that sh** AIDS, that’s going to be rude. Quiet down. Then she said, I’m pregnant. And I said, yes, and then I said, no. +Kanye West: (22:22) +So, I’m going to tell you what was in my mind. She was crying, she said I just came from the doctor, and said Oh my God [inaudible 00:22:52]. Because I was having like a rapper’s lifestyle. So, she said she was pregnant and for one month and two months and three months, we talked about her and I having this child. She had the pills in her hand. You know these pills, that if you take it, it’s a wrap, the baby’s gone. So, I was sitting up in Paris and I had my leather pants on. +Kanye West: (23:19) +You already know if you got leather pants on, you already know who this person must think they are, right? And I’m in the apartment where my wife was actually robbed and I had my laptop that got all of my creative ideas. I got my shoes, I got my sound cover, I got communities, I got clothes, I got all this and the screen was black and white. And God said, If you f*** with my vision, I’m going to f*** with yours. And I called my wife and she said we’re going to have this baby. I said we’re going to have this child. +Kanye West: (24:03) +I know people who are 50 years old that didn’t have children. They didn’t have that child. That have never got to experience the level, the level of joy that I’ve experienced in having a child. So even if my wife were to divorce me, after this speech, she brought North into the world, even when I didn’t want to. She stood up and she protected that child. +Kanye West: (24:30) +You know who else protected a child? Who do you think might’ve protected a child? 43 years ago, who protected a child? My mom. My mom saved my life. My dad wanted to abort me. My mom saved my life. There would have been no Kanye West because my dad was too busy. +Kanye West: (24:58) +[inaudible 00:24:58]. +Audience: (24:58) +We love you Kanye. +Kanye West: (24:58) +I almost killed my daughter. I almost killed my daughter. +Kanye West: (28:50) +And then they said to me, You can’t, you can’t tell them about this story, you’re going to lose your drop deal. They made me put a [inaudible 00:28:50] deal over my daughter. They made me put an Adidas deal over my daughter. They’re going to run this. They’re going to try to tell you that I’m crazy, the world’s crazy. I love my daughter. +Kanye West: (28:50) +My idea…no, no, no. Everyone quiet down. No more Plan B, Plan A. Anyone who is pregnant, you have an option of $50,000 a year that I will support with the organizations that I make, to take care of the child. You have the Plan A option. Are you saying no, you can’t have a Plan A option? +Audience: (28:50) +No. +Kanye West: (28:50) +Calm down everyone. Calm down. Everyone be quiet. +Speaker 1: (28:51) +What about women who got raped? What about women with mental illness? [inaudible 00:28:51] What about our right to take care of a kid? You want them to take care of a kid? Are you, is that what you’re proposing? $50,000 a year for what? For a crazy lady to take care of a baby? +Kanye West: (28:51) +Now everyone be quiet so you can hear us. [inaudible 00:27:18]. Steve Jobs is adopted. You are adopted. You are adopted. It actually, the whole thing is villages. It takes a village to raise a child. No matter how much money you have, you need grandmothers, you need friends, you need people. +Speaker 1: (28:51) +Single moms with no family. Single moms… +Kanye West: (28:51) +Exactly. Because the society has been set up for single moms to not have a village, to not have a job. [inaudible 00:27:47]. How many people have to drive 45 minutes to get to their job here? So, I moved to a small town in Cody, Wyoming where people can walk. A four-year-old can walk from school to home safely. We, there’s a lot of policies that only relate to what Rockefeller, du Pont, and Cotton set up. You understand what you guys are talking…you guys might want to say in front of me, f*** you Kanye. You realize that I am putting my life on the line for the truth. Right now. +Audience: (28:51) +Yes. +Speaker 1: (28:51) +Kanye, I love you. [inaudible 00:28:18]. You are one of the most creative guys on planet Earth, but I also disagree with you on Planned Parenthood. I don’t think we should get rid of Plan B. I don’t think we should get rid of abortions. +Kanye West: (28:51) +Let me tell you. The Bible says… +Speaker 1: (28:56) +The Bible says a lot of things. The Bible says a lot of things. Jesus had 12 male disciples and that Mary Magdalene was a prostitute.[inaudible 00:28:56]. +Kanye West: (29:10) +When I said I had…[inaudible 00:29:10].[inaudible 00:29:21]. Amber Rose. People told me to not date this woman because she was a stripper. There was a lot of comparison to Mary Magdalene. We went to the Vatican together and there was a painting by Raphael and the Christian community might not like this, but there was a smudge next to Jesus at The Last Supper. And the person who showed the painting said, that was Mary. And Amber Rose saw that and started crying. She saw that, that the church tried to erase those who weren’t good enough as they saw it in the world. +Kanye West: (30:06) +Amber started crying when she saw that. That’s what I mean by that. Jesus loved all people. And when people talk about profanity and different things and God wants us to create is what I’m saying. But in the state that we live in right now, we eat meat, I hunt meat. In the Garden of Eden we didn’t have to. In this state right now if someone is raped in the…I understand why someone would make the choice of getting a divorce. I mean getting a divorce [inaudible 00:30:35], I mean of getting an abortion. +Kanye West: (30:39) +I understand if a person, if a father, is not there. And I’ll be done with this point in about two minutes, let me get it out. I understand if a person is in an impoverished community, why, or if they are impoverished they can’t afford their fifth or sixth or their seventh child, or even their first child. I understand the situation that someone would be in. God would still make it rain. God will make it rain and those people who have never met someone who has said, I had this child and it was the worst thing. +Kanye West: (31:16) +People always say, God made a way. I had this child and it was the best thing. Society has set it up in a way where we feel that God won’t make a way. When I was 53 million dollars in debt, I was in the crazy home and as soon as I say Jesus name out loud, he gave me increase. He gave me a platform, he gave me sanity, he gave me clarity to be able to speak not on the word of Yeezus and Yeso like in a rap, but on the word of Jesus and community and family. So what I’m saying is, we understand, we’re not going to go back to women having to go in an alley and do crazy type of things. We understand the conditions. We understand the conditions of black people in America and why we break every store that’s there. We understand the conditions. +Kanye West: (32:03) +Break every store that’s there. We understand the conditions of women in America. We understand that we live in a white supremacist world, and until that is equalized, people stand on rights that make them more equal. The idea of a woman having a choice, I understand because it says “Hey, I can do this stuff.” +Kanye West: (32:24) +When a black man breaks, gets mad, raps, plays ball, wears gold chains. I got gold teeth. My bottom teeth are removed for my gold teeth, and partially it’s because I can do that. [crosstalk 00:32:39] So I understand the risk. And here goes the liberals, “He compared abortion to gold teeth.” Hey, let me explain something to liberals, though. +Georgia: (33:00) +What are you? Nothing? [crosstalk 00:33:00] +Kanye West: (33:07) +I am Christian, but also I am a listener. You cannot lead without listening. This is the reason… What’s your name? This is the reason why Georgia, where I was born, must express their self. People saw me put up a tweet where I showed the six month baby. +Speaker 2: (33:18) +Why’d you delete it? +Kanye West: (33:24) +Because I was pressured by the forces that were around me. Now what I’m saying is, I’ve even heard that they can abort a baby up to eight months, but I wanted to show everyone… In the same way when I got into a car accident, and I showed a picture of my face, I wanted to show everyone exactly what the six month baby that is legal to be destroyed in [inaudible 00:33:43] looked like. And then I got social media backlash. Bot, I backstroke the backlash. +Kanye West: (34:00) +What I want to say is, I understand with where we are today, why if a woman was raped, why… You see, but the thing is, let me give you an example. Women love My Body, My Choice. That is a great example. [crosstalk 00:34:23] Does anyone know [crosstalk 00:34:23] TMZ. +Speaker 2: (34:23) +F*** TMZ! +Kanye West: (34:23) +[crosstalk 00:34:23] quiet down, right? So let’s say when the baby is conceived, at that point it is a soul. It is a real, living thing. That six month year old baby, that’s a real living thing. Do we agree that that was a real baby? That six month old baby? +Audience: (34:35) +Yeah. +Kanye West: (34:37) +Okay, so My Body, My Choice. Say we were to separate with the baby’s mama and y’all had an argument, and you got a one year old. Be like, basically um, 18 months older than the tweet I sent out. Y’all get in an argument and she says, “My house, my choice. I’m going to kill your child.” You know what I’m saying? Because when a baby is accepted, it is real. It is real at that point, says I. I don’t give a f*** if I win presidency or not. You know what I’m saying? I’m not here to [crosstalk 00:35:22]. +Kanye West: (35:23) +I care that it’s homeless people in front of the Gucci store. I care that it’s people that are put in situations where they will never know how much [inaudible 00:35:31] because the way society sets things up. I care about these things and I am in service to God. I don’t know, I’m like an employee [crosstalk 00:35:39] this weekend. Nothing will happen to me because God has the plan for us, as his people, to be finally free. [crosstalk 00:35:50] +Kanye West: (35:34) +How do we disobey? When we kill, we disobey. How else do we disobey? +Speaker 2: (35:34) +When we steal. +Georgia: (35:34) +When we lie. +Kanye West: (35:34) +When we steal. How else? +Georgia: (35:34) +When we lie. +Kanye West: (35:34) +Lie. +Audience: (35:34) +Cheat. +Kanye West: (36:06) +When we cheat. When we not love our neighbor. These are these things. Politics, America, Trump, Biden, nor Kanye West can free us. The only thing that can free us is by obeying the rules that were given to us for a promised land. [crosstalk 00:36:25] I don’t think the last… [inaudible 00:36:29] a woman who stood up here and we have the perspective of so many women in the world. You get the last word. +Audience: (36:53) +[inaudible 00:36:53] Talk up! [inaudible 00:37:02] [crosstalk 00:37:12] +Kanye West: (37:19) +Wait, wait, wait. Everybody, if everyone just got quiet while Georgia talks, this would be over right now. And if this is over right now, guess what else is over right now? I’m over. And if I’m over right now, guess what else is over. The country’s over right now. Everyone pay the same respect to Georgia that you paid to me. She openly opened up to you guys, to me, on a platform and said she had an abortion a few months ago. And her maternal instincts were that she wanted to have the baby, but she felt she couldn’t support the baby on $9 minimum wage. +Georgia: (38:04) +I just think my [inaudible 00:38:04]. I don’t think we should say [crosstalk 00:38:15]. +Kanye West: (38:20) +Let me explain something to you guys. My stance is not to make abortion illegal at all. It should always be legal, but there should be an option of maximum increase for [crosstalk 00:38:31]. Abortion should be legal, because guess what? The law is not by God even. So what’s legality? 30 states still execute men that did not do the crime that they are being executed for, and modern day mass incarceration is slavery. In 2020, abortion should be legal, but the option of maximum increase should be available. [crosstalk 00:39:11] +Kanye West: (39:14) +Maximum increase would be everybody that has a baby gets a million dollars, or something like that. [crosstalk 00:39:20] Oh, wait, wait. Says the person that’s worked five [crosstalk 00:39:29]. We would fund it from other countries. With other continents. There are Israeli continents that you do not believe. There are African continents that, the African continent, the continent of Africa. Israel and Africa that would fund a concept like this. [crosstalk 00:39:57] +Kanye West: (39:57) +When you put an idea out. I remember I was supposed to do a couple songs at the MTV Awards, right? And then I said, “Bro.” And then what else did I say? I said, “Listen to the [crosstalk 00:40:21], bro. Listen to the kids, bro.” And are we running in 2020? +Audience: (40:29) +Yep. Yeah. +Kanye West: (40:31) +Okay, so tell me this. If you had had the opportunity to be given a million dollars just for being pregnant, would you have considered? And then everybody would start making children? The greatest gift of life? Maybe there would be a million children on this f***ing beautiful place? [crosstalk 00:41:02] But wait a minute, calm down, calm down. So she’s saying I don’t have the funding… Wait a second. Be quiet for a second, please. I do not have the funding for it, but I have the platform to present the idea for those who do. [crosstalk 00:41:12] +Kanye West: (41:12) +Let me elaborate on that. But the thing is, the first thing I said was, “I’m about a [crosstalk 00:41:13] thousand dollar stipend,” but that’s not going to work because I just listened to what Georgia said. Georgia said, “Okay, this person is mentally ill. This person is [crosstalk 00:41:41].” Then I went into the designing community and said that it takes a village to raise a child. It’s not simply a money situation; it is a people situation. It is a heart situation. It is a spirituality situation. It is a God situation. It is a family situation. Money can’t fix things. Money’s not even real. Is bit coin real? Does the gold back the money? At what point can someone just pressed delete and turn the lights out, all the electricity? Did you guys seen New York go dark? Did you guys see World Trade Center go down? Did you guys see all jobs stop for six months? So no one can tell me what God can’t do and what God will do. [crosstalk 00:42:28] +Kanye West: (42:27) +One second, one moment. He was waiting. We got five minutes. [crosstalk 00:42:40] wait a second. You need to hear this. [crosstalk 00:42:54] this woman was sent by God and is so brave to be able to tell you her story. The fact that she was willing to stand up in front of all of you guys and tell you she had an abortion, to make the point of how important it was for her to have the option as a woman because she did not have the resources in order to have a baby as she felt. This woman is so brave. Georgia, can we make a hand for Georgia right now? +Kanye West: (43:19) +We got, we’re going to have to, you’re very [crosstalk 00:43:20]. Come up here, you’re third. [crosstalk 00:43:20] I’ve got five minutes. I apologize, guys, but we have all the time in the world. We have all the questions. [crosstalk 00:43:20] Wait a second. I must [crosstalk 00:43:20] that I did smoke a little bit last night. [crosstalk 00:43:20] Every women or man who are charged with marijuana will be free. [crosstalk 00:44:26] Light up right now. [crosstalk 00:44:40] Wait a second. We have five more minutes. You’ve been waiting on this stage for about 17 minutes. What’s your name, sir? Gary, you’re waiting. Gary, Indiana, we about to bring that [crosstalk 00:44:55] Michael Jackson’s home. Oh, I’m sorry. [crosstalk 00:45:00] +Audience: (43:19) +I love Michael! +Kanye West: (43:19) +Oh, do we still love Michael? +Audience: (45:11) +Yeah! [crosstalk 00:45:11] +Kanye West: (45:11) +Do y’all love Cosby? Y’all love Bill Cosby? +Audience: (45:17) +Yeah! [crosstalk 00:45:17] +Kanye West: (45:17) +Be quiet. He’s talking about opioids. +Gary: (45:17) +I want to talk about opioids and [inaudible 00:45:39]. +Audience: (45:17) +Speak up! +Gary: (45:17) +It’s like the treatment. We’re addicted to the treatment. +Kanye West: (45:55) +And by the way, we’re getting addicted to the treatment of the endorphins. Hey, how many times y’all looked up what y’all likes are when you post something? That’s a form of treatment. Y’all getting treated. In Chicago, we call that “getting treated”. When y’all get to comment number eight, who is that person? You don’t even know who that person is. +Audience: (46:13) +Nobody! +Kanye West: (46:14) +That’s the person that’s influencing you, because when you hear bad things about yourself, about a photo, it make you want to up the photo. You want to Photoshop it. You want to [crosstalk 00:46:14] +Gary: (46:14) +I’m saying we’re addicted to the treatment. They’re trying to [crosstalk 00:46:14]. +Kanye West: (46:14) +What I said, this is the solution to make it more, to have [crosstalk 00:46:40] more money. Big pharms. We just need to make big pharms. There’s a solution for big pharm. There’s a solution with that. I tell you this, I’m not going up against big pharm; I would die. They would kill me. But I tell you this, sitting next to them, I would make them more money. I would make them more prosperous, but we got to do it in a way where we balance holistic and modernity. [crosstalk 00:47:00] Okay, Aisha’s comment is on gun violence in the United States. I live on a 4,000 ranch and I can shoot AR15s all day, day, day, night without going to jail and it feels weird because I grew up in Chicago. +Kanye West: (48:00) +Because I grew up in Chicago where if you use one of the guns, that was strategically placed in your community for you to get locked, you will end up going to jail. I was talking to a fellow billionaire, and he talked about…no I don’t want to use his name. Hey bro, I told you I ain’t finna use his name. You told me to use his name. You think I work for you? +Kanye West: (48:07) +No that’s what I’m talking about. I told…don’t step up but what’s your name? Tell the people what your name is. [inaudible 00:48:07]. +Kanye West: (48:07) +Hey, guess what? Jesus saved the name. I’ll tell you what. +Kanye West: (48:07) +Real talk. Real talk. Young violence. I tell all my friends I know a place where you can shoot guns for free. Shooting guns are fun. [inaudible 00:49:18].People are getting guns at age six. If you guys put down all your weapons, what happens if other countries and all media and all China…I actually couldn’t say. When other countries come in and you have no weapons, what do you think is going to happen? We are slaves. These random women know how to fire a firearm. They are trained to do this. Guns don’t kill people. People kill people. +Kanye West: (49:50) +When I talked to the billionaire…it was another white man I got to be specific. When we moved to the inner cities it was because of the industrial revolution. The industrial revolution is over with now. It’s time to move again. If you have agriculture as your business, you get taxes breaks. Tesla, the original Tesla said that earth is a giant generator. God has given us freedom. You can feed your family and survive off of earth, wind, fire and [inaudible 00:50:54] through proper engineering. But the education and the schools and these textbooks that have been given to you, have you ever got a textbook that said “Okay you can buy a hundred acres for a hundred thousand dollars in middle America and you can farm and feed your family?” Has there ever been a class on that? But guess what? There’s a reason…would you agree that there’s a reason why there’s never been a class on that? +Kanye West: (51:14) +Because ever time I talk, you’re directly behind me saying something. What I’m saying is, what I ask for specifically is that when you talk, you talk all the way through. When Kerry talks, he talks all the way through. What I’ve told you, the whole time I’m talking to a hundred people, two hundred…it started with a hundred people it’s down to [inaudible 00:52:24] people. And every time that you make a comment [inaudible 00:52:32]. +Kanye West: (52:53) +And you are adding to the attention of them not understanding [inaudible 00:52:53]. That’s what I’m asking you. His name is Shiloh, you want to speak up? Are you done with COVID, okay? +Shiloh: (53:36) +I have two questions. Two quick questions. First question, I want you to elaborate on the [inaudible 00:53:36] free of slaves and how [inaudible 00:53:39]. Second question, you believe so strongly in the bible, how do you think about [inaudible 00:53:45]. +Kanye West: (54:36) +I will start the meeting once everyone is completely quiet. Two questions. You got two questions bro, put your hands down. Put your hands down. I’m going to answer these two questions. I was supposed to leave 10 minutes ago. These are good questions. Put your hands down. Put your hands down. I hear you questions. I heard you sir. You don’t think I know how to listen? [inaudible 00:55:17]. No they know everyone’s irrelevant around me. I heard you the first time. No, no. She got some problems. I heard you the first time. No you don’t gap me. On God. +Kanye West: (59:38) +I appreciate that. I got two major, awesome, incredible…you… disrespecting [inaudible 00:56:05]. +Kanye West: (59:38) +You know what…you know what’s so funny? [inaudible 00:56:33]. We always so concerned about how skinny we are. That’s how I got plastic surgery. We always concerned about how good we speak English when it’s not our original language. We always concerned about how good we look and not embarrassing each other in front of an all white country that we work for. And don’t own anything in it. You stay looking bad…I believe we’re all beautiful. It’s not about how we look. It’s about our hearts. It’s about what’s in our souls. +Kanye West: (59:38) +Now, pause for a minute. If I was Trump I would have called you sister soldiers or something. But that’s not my vibe. Pause for a minute. You are the planned person that was sitting here like at TMZ to f*** my rally up. Be quiet. +Kanye West: (59:38) +I’m trying to answer a question and you are doing what the guy did to me at TMZ. You want to be that same person? And your face is covered so we don’t even know who you are. +Kanye West: (59:38) +400 years is related to the bible. [inaudible 00:58:19] African American slavery. Slaves to Hebrews and the Egyptians. But we use that term loosely. Like we say “Jesus” anytime we want. But we got educated, we’re going to have to understand that we need to educate ourselves about what that means. +Kanye West: (59:38) +You probably with the press out there. You probably one of them. Hey, somebody go grab him, and take him out. +Kanye West: (59:39) +Give me a second to answer these two questions. I was supposed to leave 20 minutes ago. Now the thing is, I am not going to pacify you with things that I do not believe in. But I will not put laws on things that you do believe in, but you don’t have no other opportunity to do anything else. I am not that kind of Christian. Jesus loved everyone. Jesus loved gay people. Jesus loved everyone. There’s a lot of Christians that feel like oh Jesus is against gay people. How could Jesus be [inaudible 00:59:58] black church. That’s some true sh**. +Kanye West: (01:00:19) +Everybody’s family…everybody has everybody. Everybody’s got some holier than thou worth. [inaudible 01:00:19]. Everybody got that one uncle that go to the money, the viral. Everybody got the one uncle that was touching the kids. Everybody got the one uncle…everybody. Everybody’s family…we all are imperfect human beings [inaudible 01:00:36]. Jesus loves everyone. He does not discriminate against anyone. Now the Harriet Tubman thing is, I’m sick of this black iconography being used by white organization for us to look up to and say “This is us.” I do not…I own 100% of the Yeezy trademark, but up until now Adidas was getting 85%. And now after this, they either out of business with me or they going to get 10%. I decided not to not make it 15. I decided to make it 10. +Kanye West: (01:01:12) +That was extremely good. That was extremely bad. I’m going to win in 2020. Out. + +Bullshit[Hook] +Stop rapping that bullshit +Stop talking that bullshit +Stop smoking that bullshit +Look like you on that bullshit +Bullshit +Stop rapping that bullshit +Stop talking that bullshit +Stop smoking that bullshit +You on that bullshit +Bullshit +Stop looking like bullshit +Stop dressing like bullshit +That ho you fucking +You on that bullshit +Bullshit +Stop rapping that bullshit +Stop talking that bullshit +Stop smoking that +You on that bullshit +[Verse 1] +Hah, I'm coming gangsta mane +All the way 100 with it +Who spit it like I spit it (nobody) +Niggas sippin +Hoes too and they like +Put gasoline on fire +These hoes'll get you killed +Nigga how you feel +You let hating stop your grind homie? +D.A. bullshitting +Want me with time homie +Sitting lonely in the cell +Hearing bullshit +Where niggas talk 'bout +How they had this, when they ain't had shit +Watch your surroundings +The devil's in the pulpit +Niggas sell a million records +Talking bullshit +But me, I spit that gutta gutta real talk +People feel me in they heart +Like heartburn +A clique bad bitches on my team; +Pussy clean, feet clean, teeth clean +You know what I mean +I got my beamed +Extended clip +And I ain't talking +Wake up smoke my purple +Drank my coffee here we go +[Hook] +[Verse 2] +Now second verse +It gets worse than the first +Bullshit got my niggas +Locked down in a hearse +This shit hurt +Niggas hating on a nigga's ball +They hating on a nigga's ball +Get your money, it's enough for us all +Don't even call me with that fake ass shit +I don't have time +Being worried 'bout another nigga +Never been part of my grind +"Boosie you think you all that huh? bullshit" +No you think I'm all that bitch! Real Shit +Came from a personal pan +To a meatlover's +Certified street hustler +I like a lot of toppings +How you rocking? +Cutting them nappy head hoes +Smiling in my face with them two dirty ass golds +It's time that yall dids more +They wanna take me to court +It's fine but mane I ain't fine no more +If she don't wanna give up that ass +She bullshitting +If she ain't showed you the cash +She trying to jack you on some bullshit +[Hook] +[Verse 3] +No matter what +I keep it gutta +'til the bone gristle +Been slanging them whips +Been hanging with killers +Been banging at niggas +This is my life nigga +Drive-by's, niggas miss? +Mane God with ya +Lil hard niggas +Who smell bullshit from a mile away +I'll be damned +If I let a nigga take my smile away (fuck a nigga) +Bitches say I tried to run 'em +They bullshitting +They lock me in +I lock my door and finish my dro +If you ain't know +Is if you ain't hear from me the real facts +Boosie this +Boosie that +I don't wanna hear that +They trying to turn my kids against me +It's a cold world +My mama told me keep my dick in +I'm bullshitting +What they gone say now? +Since I'm fucking with suge? +I know +(who, suge knight?) +(suge knight?) +I know +Drag my name through the mud +I guess he headed for the grave +Like they said 10 years ago +Fuck a nigga +Light the dro +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Superfreak[Verse 1] +I hopped on the train and cold clocked a chick +Who looked good as hell but she appeared to be sick +I would say she had to look as if she swallowed a worm +Then again she could've swallowed several ounces of sperm +Giving me the eye as if I was the right antidote +So I decided to swing a smooth episode +While the train stopped at Grand Central turn +Before I knew her name I was massaging her perm +I said, "My you look drunk, have you been drinking alcohol? +You got a fever here's an Extra Strength Tylenol" +She said, "Great a comedian, comic" +She leaned on me, I said, "Please don't vomit!" +She said, "I'm not I just need some rest" +I said, "A few more stops, The Genius house is best" +Got to my rest, her whole attitude change +But deep inside, she seemed sexually strange +Went in the room and she flopped on the bed +With wild-ass thoughts inside her headachish head +I went in the kitchen to prepare some food +When I came back in she was completely nude +I know it sounds weak but believe it or not +That the fever in her head ran straight to her twat +She was burning! Burning up out +It took more, than firemen, to put that out +And yo, I was hard, just as hard as a rock +That I can hit a home run, with my cock +She said, "Let me show you what we do uptown +I huff and I puff till I blow your balls down" +Wild as a wolf from off Wilderness Ave +She said, "My what a great big ahhh! you have" +I started dripping and dripping in consecutive terms +I know we must save water but that does not include sperm +[Verse 2] +Did you ever know a girlie who just loves to switch +From a part-time lover to a part-time bitch +While she's loving part-time, she's riding on mine +She says, "I love you long as you keep making me feel fine!" +In her behind, vagina, or heated climax +That I would sew, control, finger then wax +Now she's swingin so low, yo, she flex like wrecks +Cuz she can set records on oral sex +There's no lie what I said, she lives in the bed +If she got married, she'd be a worn-out newlywed +And if she heard these words yo she would not cry +Because sperm, the only damn tears in her eye +Her drip-drop face is the one I painted +Just stared in her eyes while she damn near fainted +As she choked, goggled, then spit-up +'Cause cream was flowing all over her cup +On the bathroom floor 'cause her parents were home +And I just couldn't tolerate her moans and groans +"Genius, oh Genius, oh rock me so hard! +'Cause I don't want to stop, I love you God!" +But there's one thing she could never erase +That the thing she really wanted just sprayed in her face +So she regret, she ever swung low before +But this little hot bitch comes swinging for more +It used to be one, now it's five fingers of death +That rips her insides, as she gasp for breath +To say, "I love you! I love you! Forever so! +I'm getting hot, getting hot, let me blow, let me blow" +What she thought was love, turned out to be lust +That made her live by the laws, in sex we trust + +25 To LifeLyrics from snippet +[Chorus] +I just took another bean, now I'm rollin’ (Now I'm rollin') +I ain’t got no driver's license since my car is stolen (Pew, pew) +Bad bitch, but she drive a Ford Focus (Ford Focus) +Could do 25 to life if I get caught with what I'm doin' (What I'm doin') +I just took another bean, now I'm rollin' (Now I’m rollin’) +I ain't got no driver’s license since my car is stolen (Pew, pew) +Bad bitch, but she drive a Ford Focus (Ford Focus) +Could do 25 to life if I get caught with what I'm doin' (What I'm doin’) +[Verse] +...I just took another bean, now I'm rollin' (Now I'm rollin') +Don't stand too close, a lot of molly, yeah, my tour bus what I'm totin' +Half a bean, half a Xan', just to focus (Just to think) +We with your bitch on the tour bus, she suck me 'til I'm [?] +I just took another bean, now I'm +I just took another X, now I'm rollin' +I'ma beat it up 'til I'm... +[Chorus] +I just took another bean, now I'm rollin' (Now I'm rollin') +I ain't got no drivеr's license since my car is stolеn (Pew, pew) +Bad bitch, but she drive a Ford Focus (Ford Focus) +Could do 25 to life if I get caught with what I'm doin' (What I'm doin') +I just took another bean, now I'm rollin' (Now I'm rollin') +I ain't got no driver's license since my car is stolen (Pew, pew) +Bad bitch, but she drive a Ford Focus (Ford Focus) +Could do 25 to life if I get caught with what I'm doin' (What I'm doin')EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Playoff[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Ball like the playoffs +Get down or lay down +Lay down and stay down +Ball like the playoffs +Can't take a day off +Can't take a day off +Ball like the playoffs +Get down or lay down +Lay down and stay down +Can't take a play off +Can't take a day off +Can't take a day off +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Ball like the playoffs, ball like the playoffs, ball like the playoffs +Can't take a play off, can't take a play off, can't take day off +Ball like the playoffs, ball like the playoffs, can't take a day off +Can't take a play off, can't take a play off +Ball like the playoffs +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Ball like the playoffs, get down or lay down +Lay down and stay down +Can't take a play off, can't take a day off +Working my A' off +It's [?] day now +Sun up to sun down, we litty light up now +That's on my bust down +Pressure it bust pipes, but we so piped up now +We so piped up now, they better pipe down +They better point now, they know it's 4th down +Ain't no more time-outs, Hail Mary touchdown +Run up the score on the opposition +We win the game it's a celebration +Hold up the trophy my momma watching +I'm 'bout to make a confetti angel +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Ball like the playoffs, ball like the playoffs, ball like the playoffs +Can't take a play off, can't take a play off, can't take day off +Ball like the playoffs, ball like the playoffs, can't take a day off +Can't take a play off, can't take a play off +Ball like the playoffs +[Verse 2: Poppy H, Lil Wayne & Both] +Don't get stepped on (Stepped on) +Your team get sent home (Sent home) +We just bring rings home, we got a bust down (Bust down) +Your team get bust down, you gon' be the one first down +No one get cut out (Cut out), but we makin' cuts now (Yeah) +I think they tryna rush now, it's up to us now (Yeah) +Ain't no fearin' fourth down, Hail Mary touchdown +You'll get stepped on (Stepped on), the weak get stepped on (Yeah) +New cleats game, we who that we are +I'ma put the MAc's on, I'ma bring the racks home +Go out or go home (Huh), can't end my team, we can't take home (Huh) +Bring it on, it ain't gon' take long (Huh) +Then do my dance in your endzone (Yeah, yeah, yeah) +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +Ball like the playoffs, ball like the playoffs, ball like the playoffs +Can't take a play off, can't take a play off, working my A' off +Ball like the playoffs, ball like the playoffs, working my A' off +Can't take a play off, can't take a play off +Ball like the playoffs +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Cleats get stepped on, cleats get stepped on +Chins get checked on, game just kept goin' +No brakes pressed on, no cap, jet gone +Jet fuel, kept going +Teams get slept on, dreams get slept on +Teams get crept on, the elite take the best of 'em +And the rest get left home +Say it with your chest bone, no brakes pressed on +No cap, jet gone, jet fuel, kept going +Teams get slept on, dreams get slept on +Say it with your chest bone, no brace pressed on +No cap, jet gone, jet fuel, kept going +No cap, jet gone, get on then get left home +[Bridge: Lil Wayne] +Ball like the playoffs +Can't take a play off, can't take a day off +Working my A' off +Ball like the playoffs +[Instrumental Outro]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Judgement Day (Intro)[Clark Dick] +Ladies and gentlemen, I am your host, Clark Dick +We are live from Times Square in New York City +And we are approaching the final seconds of 1999 +Ladies and gentlemen, the millennium is on its way +[Method Man] +10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1... +Happy new... *explosion* + +Good in the Hood*[Intro] +It's Lil Uzi Vert! (Yeah) +[Chorus] +You cannot buy my swag right out the store +Yeah, I've been rich, remember I was poor +Yeah, She cleaning it up like a chore +Yeah, I'm fucking this bitch through the door +Yeah, some stuff and this shit on the floor +Yeah, you can not go in the war +Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah +Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah +Yeah, I'm good in the hood, that's of course +Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah +Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah +Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah +Yeah I'm good in the hood, that's of course +Good in thе hood, that's of course, yeah +Good in the hood, that's of coursе, yeah +Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah +[Verse 1] +If I pull up, I put it in sport (Skrrr) +I'm pulling off in the Porsche, yeah +I'm pulling off in the Porsche, yeah +I'm pulling off in the Porsche, yeah +I might just pull up a 'Rari, my rims they Vlone +All of my cars they got horse, yeah +All of my cars they got horse, yeah +All of my cars they got horse, yeah +Smokin' on gas and I'm all in my zone +Zaza make me wanna cough, yeah +Zaza make me wanna cough, yeah +Zaza make me wanna cough, yeah +Please do not play with me 'cause my gun right on my side +Smoke that boy [?] +Put that boy right in a coffin, only time he was fresher than Carlton +Yeah, I been this way ever since I was born +These niggas thought I was corny and worn +Ain't [?] but I'll still buy some [?] (Ayy) +I made like ten million dollars off tourin' (Ayy) +Can’t say no names but made more than some rappers +I put the work and supplied all the trappers +That's why I'm good in the hood, that's of course +[Chorus] +You cannot buy my swag right out the store +Yeah, I've been rich, remember I was poor +Yeah, She cleaning it up like a chore +Yeah, I'm fucking this bitch through the door +Yeah, some stuff and this shit on the floor +Yeah, you can not go in the war +Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah +Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah +Yeah, I'm good in the hood, that's of course +Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah +Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah +Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah +Yeah I'm good in the hood, that's of course +Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah +Good in the hood, that's of course, yeah +Good in the hood, that's of course, yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Shadowboxin’[Intro: Method Man] +Special technique- (Nigga, fuck that) +Spe-special technique of shadowboxin' (Goddamn) +The GZA, uh, goddamn (Uh, the GZA) +Pledge allegiance to the hip-hop (Uh, goddamn, the Method, uh) +I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop, allegiance to the hip-hop (Goddamn, Maximillion, Maximillion, uh) +Yeah, yeah (Uh) +Johnny Blaze +I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop (What?) +Maximillion, Maximillion, Maximillion +[Verse 1: Method Man] +I breaks it down to the bone gristle +Ill speakin' scud missile, heat-seekin' +Johnny Blazin', nightmares like Wes Craven +Niggas gunnin', my third eye seen it comin' before it happened +You know about them fuckin' Staten kids, they smashin' +Everything, huh, in any shape form or fashion +Now everybody talkin' 'bout they blastin', hmm +Is you bustin' steel or is you flashin'? Hmm +Talkin' out yo' asshole +You should have learnt about the flow and peasy Afro +Ticallion stallion, the chinky-eye and snot-nosed +From my naps to the bunion on my big toe +I keeps it movin', know just what the fuck I'm doin' +Rap insomniac, fiend to catch a nigga snoozin' +Slip the cardiac, arrest me, exorcist hip-hop possess me +Crunch a nigga like a Nestle, you know my steez +Burnin' to the third degree +Sneaky ass alley cat, top pedigree +The head toucher, industry party bum rusher +You don't like it? Dick up in you, fuck ya +[Interlude: Method Man] +Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin (That's right, all you corny-ass rap motherfuckers) +The special technique of shadowboxing (Better go back and check your fucking stacks) +Because your naps ain't nappy enough (Shadowboxing) +And your reach ain't rugged enough, bitch +[Verse 2: GZA] +Yo, I slayed MCs back in the rec room era +My style broke motherfuckin' backs like Ken Patera +Most rap niggas came loud but unheard +Once I pulled out, round 'em off to the nearest third +Check these non-visual niggas, with tapes and a portrait +Flood the seminar, tryna orbit this corporate +Industry, but what them niggas can't see +Must break through like the Wu, unexpectedly +Protect ya neck, my sword still remains imperial +Before I blast the mic, RZA scratch off the serial +We reign all year 'round from June to June +While niggas bite immediately, if not soon +Set the lynchin', inform the execution date +As this 2000 beyond slang suffocate +Amplify sample through vacuum tubes compressions +Cause RZA to charge niggas twenty G's a session +[Verse 3: Method Man] +When my mind start to clickin' +And the strategy is mastered, the plot thicken +This be that Wu shit +I don't give a cotton-pickin' fuck +About a brother tryna size a nigga up, I hold my own +Hard-hat, protect the dome +Look at mama's baby boy actin' like he grown +No time for sleep, I gets deep as a baritone +Killa bee that be holdin' down his honeycomb, loungin', son +Wu brother number one +Protect your neck, flyin' guillotines, here they come +Bloody bastards, hard times and killer tactics +Spittin' words plus semi-automatic slurs, peep the graphic +Novel from the genie bottle +Hit the clutch, shift the gear, now full throttle +Time to bungee to the next episode, I keeps it grungy +Hand on my nut sack and spittin' lunghies +At a wack nigga that don't understand the fact +When it come to RZA tracks, I don't know how to act +Real rap from the Stat', Killa Hill Projects, how to be exact +Break it down, all in together now +Things are gettin' good, lookin' better now +...and some other shit +[Outro] +Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin +The special, special, special, special technique of shadowboxing +Shadowboxing +Allow me to demonstrate the— + +Ain’t no 1 on 1Boosie Badazz +That my motherfucking nigga you already know nigga +[Lil Boosie] +You already know im diving in nigga +That my nigga but he like my twin nigga +Through the trenches we get it on thats my Corleone +So that mean im riding with him if he right or wrong +Stomp you down put you to pieces this that southern smoke +That my little brother for my little brother i cut your fucking throat +My little sister just drugged a bitch with a loud mouth +Her whole click dived in like colombians +We deep in this bitch, put you to sleep in this bitch +Ain't no one on one girl im fucking you and your friend +If i got beef with a nigga then i got beef with his friend +And if my hitters in the dugout then im sending him in +Who up, we shoot up +That my dog, he got my back +Big Kirby one of you niggas and donkey you after that +My pitbulls full of scratching +They protect the king +Bitch im bucked up +And im fucked up +And im bout that +And thats what i mean +[Webbie] +Nigga fuck with my dog then its gone get retarded +Regardless whose fault it +Fuck all that im balling +And yall what im after +Somebody gone get stabbed up +Ain't no one on one +Im trying to light the whole camp up +Savage life bring the beef bout +Stomp all the niggas teeth out +Yall pussy ass niggas dont wanna see what we about +On the way to where drake stay +Bringing contraband to meek house +So the high go wherever we go +Grab all the hoes and then peace out +The beast out but it came out +Yall heard what i said huh +Betcha i betcha i catcha +So whoever is with ya dont end up selling ya +My niggas are donkeys +Get to jumping like monkeys +Jewelry bitches and money +So fuck you niggas like hunkeys +Either busting or hustling +Got to stay into something +Every time shit pop off ain't no secret im jumping +Stomping kicking and booting +We can bring it to shooting +So how yall niggas wanna do it +We been doing this bitch +[Lil Boosie] +Coming through the club with my niggas and we bucking +If we standing then we spilling on each other +If we killing then we killing on the muscle +Nigga hating on another nigga hustle +Fuck that my nuts fat +Drop them like bowling balls +Fuck that im out my body a nigga fuck with my dog +Were scrapping one of you niggas put they paws on you +Them pussy as niggas ain't gone do shit but call the law on me +Dont take nothing bout me for granted +Im a g thats what i said +Thats my shooter (knock the brains out your head) +That my nigga mara +Drop the top on your block +Real bananas 50 rounds these ain't no one on one shots +Daddy use to beat our ass if we ain't jump in a fight +Send us right back round the corner to fight +It ain't no one one one +He in the mix im in the mix +He in some shit im in some shit +Ain't no one on ones +If it is it ain't no clique +Ain't no snake +Ain't no coward +Ain't no bitch +Ain't no rat +So dont come round here tripping +Im telling you now +How we rockingEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Comments on Sony/ATV Deal, November 14, 2013Rap Genius: +We’ve got nothing but love for the NMPA and all music publishers. Rap Genius was born out of our passion for nuanced and beautiful lyrics, and so in many ways the entire site is a paean to music writers and publishers. +All our dealings with music publishers reflect this love, the biggest fruit of which was the landmark licensing deal we signed with Sony, the world’s largest music publisher, earlier this year. This partnership has already been magical for both sides, and the symbiotic relationship between Rap Genius and artists will only grow stronger as more publishers board the “Rap Genius Love Train” (toot toot!!) +But we don’t want this conversation to distract people from our true mission. Rap Genius is not a lyrics site, nor is it a music site. Rap Genius is a monument to human knowledge. Like the Talmud before us, our goal is to add context to all important texts in people’s lives. 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If anything, Rap Genius makes people want more music!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +I Get Money[Produced by Apex] +[Intro: Audio Two & 50 Cent] +I get money +I— I get money +I— I get��� I get— (Fifty!) +I get— I get— +[Hook: Audio Two & 50 Cent] +I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) +I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) +I— I get money; money, I got (Yeah) +Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (I run New York!) +I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) +I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) +I— I get money; money, I got (Yeah, yeah) +Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (I run New York!) +[Verse 1: 50 Cent] +I took quarter waters, sold it in bottles for two bucks +Then, Coca-Cola came and bought it for billions—what the fuck? +Have a baby by me, baby—be a millionaire +I write the check before the baby comes—who the fuck cares? (Ow!) +I'm stanky-rich, I'ma die tryna spend this shit +Southside's up in this bitch +Yeah, I smell like the vault, I used to sell dope +I did play the block, now I play on boats (Yeah) +In the south of France, baby, Saint-Tropez +Get a tan, I'm already Black; rich, I'm already that +Gangsta, get a gat, hit a head in a hat +Call that a riddle, rat, shit, fuck the chitter-chat (Ooh, ooh!) +I'm the baker, I bake the bread; the barber, I cut your head +The marksman, I spray the lead, I bloodclaat-chop your leg +Do not fuck with the kid +I get biz with the Sig, I come where you live—you dig? (Oh!) +[Hook: Audio Two & 50 Cent] +I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) +I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) +I— I get money; money, I got (Yeah) +Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (I run New York!) +I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) +I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) +I— I get money; money, I got (Yeah, yeah) +Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (I run New York!) +[Verse 2: 50 Cent] +You can call this my new shit, but it ain't new, though +I got rid of my old bitch; now, I got new hoes (Woo!) +First, it was the Benzo; now, I'm in the Enzo +Ferrari—I'm sorry, I keep blowing up (Oh!) +They call me the cake man, the strawberry-shake man +I spray the AR, make your whole clique breakdance (Yeah) +Backspin, head-spin, flatline, you're dead, then +Nine shells, Mac-10—who wan' get it cracking? +I was young, I couldn't do good; now, I can't do bad +I ride, wreck the new Jag? I just buy the new Jag +Now, nigga, why you mad? +Oh, you can't do that? I'm so forgetful +They calling me cocky +I come up out the jeweler, they calling me Rocky +It's the ice on my neck, man, the wrist and my left hand +Bling like "Blaow!, you like my style +Ha, ha! I'm heading to the bank right now +[Hook: Audio Two & 50 Cent] +I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) +I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) +I— I get money; money, I got (Yeah) +Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (I run New York!) +I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) +I— I get money; money, I got (I, I get it) +I— I get money; money, I got (Yeah, yeah) +Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (I run New York!) +[Bridge: 50 Cent] +Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk +Like a Teflon Don, boy, I run New York +When I come out ofcourt, yeah, I pop the cork +I keep it gangsta, I have you outlined in chalk (I, I get it) +In the hood if you ask about me +They'll tell ya I'm about my bread (I, I get it) +Round the world if ya ask about me +They'll tell you they love the kid (I, I get it) +[Break: 50 Cent] +Ho, hey (I, I get it) +Ho, hey (I, I get it) +Ho, hey (Yeah) +Ho, hey (I run New York) +Ho, hey (I, I get it) +Ho, hey (I, I get it) +Ho, hey (Yeah, yeah) +Ho, hey (I run New York) +[Hook: Audio Two & 50 Cent] +I— I get money; money, I got (I'm back on the streets, man) +I— I get money; money, I got (I'm bringing the heat, man) +I— I get money; money, I got (I'm on my grind) +Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (Like all the time) +I— I get money; money, I got (Tryna stop my shine?) +I— I get money; money, I got (I'll cock my nine) +I— I get money; money, I got (Don't get out of line) +Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got (I said, "Don't get out of line") +[Outro: 50 Cent] +I, I get it +I, I get it +Yeah, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Flashing Lights (Remix)[Intro: R. Kelly] +The rulers +Rulers of the world +Ugh +Every hood, stand up +Every street, stand up +And be accountable +Yeah, come on.... +[Bridge: R. Kelly] +(Flashing... lights) Oh oh-oh oh-oh +(Flashing... lights) And now we in the club like... +(Flashing... lights) HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! +(Flashing... lights) HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! +[Verse 1: R. Kelly] +Sunglasses (Glasses), black tee, man (T man) +Red carpet all cameras on me man (Me man) +But the cameras can't see what I see, man (See man) +Why I had to treat the haters like fleas, man +Muhfuckers wanna talk about me, man +I check the ice and I brush off my sleeves man +I'm too hyped to have dirt off my shoulders +Lyrics from heaven, chuuch! Thought I told ya +Tasha told Kim that Lisa said Mike said (Uh-huh) +Kells doin drugs now man he a crackhead (Whaaaat?) +Y'all mean to tell me y'all believe that +But I do be askin, "Where the weed at?" +Easy killa! 'Cause I'm a go-getta come day or night +See, easy killa! And I already got my money right, right, right! +[Bridge: R. Kelly] +(Flashing... lights) And this for all my niggas in the hood +That be dodgin those +(Flashing... lights) To all the honeys in the club +That be showin love when they see the +(Flashing... lights) Your boy Kells +Kanye in the club, remix, like +(Flashing... lights) Whoa-oh whoa-oh +[Verse 2: Kanye West] +I know it's been a while sweetheart +We hardly talk, I was doing my thang +I know it was foul, baby +Ayy, babe, lately, you been all on my brain +And if somebody woulda told me a month ago +Frontin though, yo, I wouldn't wanna know +If somebody woulda told me a year ago +It'd go get this difficult +Feelin like Katrina with no F.E.M.A +Like Martin with no Gina +Like a flight with no visa +First class with the seat back I still see ya +In my past, you on the other side of the glass +Of my memory's museum +I'm just sayin, hey, Mona Lisa +Come home you know you can't roam without Caesar +[Chorus: Dwele] +As I recall I know you love to show off (Off) +But I never thought that you would take it this far (Far) +What do I know? (Flashing... lights) +What do I know? (Flashing... lights) +Know, oh, oh-oh +As I recall I know you love to show off (Off) +But I never thought that you would take it this far (Far) +What do I know? (Flashing... lights) +What do I know? (Flashing... lights) +Know, oh, oh-oh +[Outro: R. Kelly] +Come on! +So flash your light on me (Flash your light on me) (Woo!) +So that the world can see (So the world can see) +(Flashing... lights) +(Flashing... lights) + +Youngest Flexer[Intro: Lil Pump] +Ooh, Lil Pump, ooh, Lil Pump +Yeah, yeah, brr, yuh, yuh +Know we smoke a lot of gas on this side +Ooh, Big Head on the beat (Hah) +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +I just bought 3 thousand dollar Gucci pants (Gucci pants) +I just left the trap, and I'm off the Xans (and I'm off the Xans) +Bitch, I'm high as fuck, I feel like Superman (what, what?) +I'm the biggest flexer, you know who I am (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +I'm the youngest flexer (what), I'm the youngest flexer (ooh) +I'm the youngest flexer (yeah), I'm the youngest flexer +I'm the youngest flexer, I'm the youngest flexer (ooh) +I'm the youngest flexer (ooh), I'm the youngest flexer +[Verse 1: Lil Pump] +I'm the youngest flexer, Louis on my dresser +Put her on a stretcher, all these bitches acting extra (extra) +I just bought a Uzi (Uzi), my bitch dress in Gucci (brr) +Put a Xan in smoothie, I don't watch no movies (I don't) +I go to the bank, take out thirty thangs (brr) +Forty diamond chains, sixty bricks, I make it rain (huh) +And I'm eating Wingstop, posted in the trap (in the trap, what?) +Lil Pump, don't know how to act (damn) +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +I just bought 3 thousand dollar Gucci pants (Gucci pants) +I just left the trap, and I'm off the Xans (and I'm off the Xans) +Bitch, I'm high as fuck, I feel like Superman (what, what?) +I'm the biggest flexer, you know who I am (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +I'm the youngest flexer (what), I'm the youngest flexer (ooh) +I'm the youngest flexer (yeah), I'm the youngest flexer +I'm the youngest flexer, I'm the youngest flexer (ooh) +I'm the youngest flexer (ooh), I'm the youngest flexer +[Verse 2: Gucci Mane] +Somebody please tell me where my money machine at +My money dirty, I'm tryna think of ways I can clean that +I spent at least 3 million dollars just on the pieces +These haters think they can keep up, man, they can't believe it +Gucci got a six-pack, they can't believe it +But hey, lil bitch, here's three stacks, let's have a threesome +I wanna own it outright, don't wanna lease it +He wanna be Guwop so bad that he talkin' greasy +She wanna be with Wop so bad that she fuck the DJ +That bitch should prolly' ride a bicycle on the freeway +Three years ago, I stacked my paper the long way +Now I'm stacking million dollar checks up the grown way +[Chorus: Lil Pump] +I just bought 3 thousand dollar Gucci pants (Gucci pants) +I just left the trap, and I'm off the Xans (and I'm off the Xans) +Bitch, I'm high as fuck, I feel like Superman (what, what?) +I'm the biggest flexer, you know who I am (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +I'm the youngest flexer (what), I'm the youngest flexer (ooh) +I'm the youngest flexer (yeah), I'm the youngest flexer +I'm the youngest flexer, I'm the youngest flexer (ooh) +I'm the youngest flexer (ooh), I'm the youngest flexer5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Ain’t Worried[Verse 1: Euro] +I'm that Dominican nigga, your bitch be talkin' 'bout +I'm in a different city, you can fuck her now +I got a whole collection of my ho collection +Y-M-C-M-B no autocorrection +I said, "Fuck all y'all niggas, except my niggas" +Security don't check my niggas, all y'all niggas gon' respect my niggas +Either that or get a whack or get a bat to the back of the neck my nigga +Yeah that shorty with y'all with y'all, cause she never met a big dog 'til she met my niggas +Got a big dream, from a small town +Got a small circle, you never get around +Old hoes thinkin' I'mma put 'em on now +Room full of bad bitches, I'mma put 'em all down +Always been broke, who's rich now? +I ain't never had change, why switch now? +Money talks nigga, I ain't never heard shit +Til y'all heard me spit, now everything loud +Got a mojo, with a flow-flow +Got a whole load, don't know if it's a promo +Never cuff hoes, hell no that's a no-no +Coolin' in the cut with a bud sipping romo +No love for the po-po's +Gotta pour more for my niggas in the hell hole +Never tell though, I'mma need a little more dope for my uncle +Cause I sell flows and he sell dope, nigga work +[Break: Mack Maine] +Yeah, Euro +What up this Mack the fortune teller +The nigga that put y'all on Miley Cyrus +Negrodamus my nigga +Predicting futures +You need some lottery numbers holla at me nigga I got you +[Verse 2: Jae Millz] +Put a nigga in that hearse, long ass K no nina +Word to Martin I'm cold with this homie buck shots +Like Pam make a nigga say, "Damn Gina" +Millzy! Money don't mean nothing, my youngin' +I'll kill you for some sneakers +This Dedication 5, no vacations slime +We in the endzone and they in bleachers +Cheerleaders, we ain't worried 'bout nothin', nothin' +Nigga act dumb, push the button, fuck 'em +Get 'em out of here like the 6th foul in the NBA +Little nigga no discussion +Boy I'll close ya case, like judge Millz Lane +All y'all wack ass niggas stay out of Millz lane +Big guns that go over the shoulder dog +My team strapped, no overalls +So please don't make me do it, got soldiers and shooters +These bullets will swallow like shots of Kahlua +When we light up the weed then we fly like a rumor +Then hop on the plane and fly over you losers +Put racks on your head now you sleep in the sewer +I'm not from this era that beef on computers +Look boy if it's war, then all we comin' after you +Special I'm smashin ya, somethin' like Gallagher +Shots in your challenger, shots in your passenger +Hittin' your girl then I'm passing her +Jae Millz ain't worried 'bout nothin' +Young Money ain't worried 'bout nothin' +D5! +[Outro: Jae Millz] +We ain't worried 'bout nothin' (Young Money) +Nigga we ain't worried 'bout nothin' (Jae Millz) +Nigga we ain't worried 'bout nothin' (not a thing) +Nigga we ain't worried 'bout nothin' (D5)6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Falconry[Produced by The Alchemist] +[Intro: Action Bronson] +Yo pass me the ball fool +You better fuckin' pick me, ya +Straight the fuck up, I roof this shit +Fuckin' 360 on this pussy +I don't give a fuck +I'll kick this motherfucking ball over the fence +No shoes on +[Verse 1 : Action Bronson] +I know you see me on the TV, lookin' like a hunk of beef +When I smile your baby mama shit her dungarees +Somebody get the kid a deal he sound like me +But nah, dunny don't get down like me +The falcon flies back to the glove when I whistle +Don't try to put me in the box like a tissue +Cause I push you in the box with a pink suit +Fuck around and have some squid ink soup, bitch +(Ah man there's so much fuckin' hash in this joint right now son) +Uh, you ain't a legend like Yanni +I'm so Queens like a Roy Wilkins T-shirt +With one arm shredded, and one arm missing +Dog, I was born with Allah's vision +I learned quick I couldn't follow suit +Cause the Devil put the pork inside the dollar soup +Now I'm sittin' in first class with a hard dick +Listenin' to German guitar riffs, what a life +I was made like the beginning of Jurassic Park +When they took the fucking blood from the mosquito with a dope needle +Then they shot it in a wild lion, 1983 +I popped out holdin' an iron with a visor on +Yeah, uh huh +Yo, the videos are like a Jewish summer camp promo +Your ideas lack Adobo +[Verse 2 : Meyhem Lauren] +Yo, silk cinder blocks, cinnamon socks +On the low like a whip without shocks +I bag bitches in flocks +Representative for everything official +Ya'll niggas can't live, so it's officially an issue +Waterproof penmanship, padded on a rugby +Hammer in the hamper 'case a nigga try to thug me +I'm a idol, my wave is tidal, forget survival +Treat the last record I broke just like a rival +Uh, I'm New York before it turned into a bike lane +Never had a light fame, split the pipe cane +It was written but I wrote it +Put religion right on my neck and then I froze it +Laurenovitch, yeah +[Outro: Big Body Bes] +3:36 in the morning +Location: a drug infested area, Brooklyn, New York +What am I doing? Standing on an unidentified corner +With a Latin individual, corn rows, foamposites; +All sorts of a felony in his waist +But who are you? She only loves me when I'm nakedEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Burbans & Lacs[Lil' Flip] +Rest in peace Big Mello, we gon miss you nigga +Man I done lost so many homies, I need tissue nigga +Taking million dolla pictures, me and all of my niggas +In three years, I plan to have stacks like Jigga +Aw naw hell naw man, y'all done up and done it +We chiefing like everyday, smoking bluebonic chronic +I did it I done it, this rap beef you know who won it +I'm five million worldwide, I got mo' money +Europe paid me eighty G's, for a hour show +And any nigga would be a damn fool, not to go +You rap about Amsterdam nigga, I really been +And over there, you could get ten blunts for ten +I smoke over and over again, God forgive me +Cause I'm a young thug, with tattoos in my skin +Four hundred thousand dolla Benz, with my name on my rims +And when I pull up hoes be like, I know that's him +[Z-Ro] +Sometime I flip in a cream Caddy, sometime I flip in a Fleetwood +You know the one with the platinum skin and the chrome spinning shoes, that fill the feet good +Might slide in my Dodge Intrepid, or the limousine tint over 83's and fresh meat +Garunteed to squeeze when enemies test me, I'mma empty the clip and reload again +Ain't got no gal ain't got no friends, only thing I give a damn about is my ends +I wish Screw-Zoo was alive, so I could watch him make another Dub again +I'm mad at the world fuck love again, cause my so called partnas think I'm capping +Bitch I've earned the right to live the good life, y'all know how long I've been rapping +[Hook - 2x] +We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue +That's the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw +I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro the Mo City Don +And all we do is get money, (where I'm from) +[Lil' Flip] +You know, I'm thinking of a master plan +I got chrome fans, on my promotional van +I'm the new Liberraci, look at how this shit got me +I fuck with D-Block, and the Dip Set posse +My spinners don't stop, y'all rappers don't shop +Cause your jeweler told me, you be wearing fake rocks +And if I catch you in my hood homie, you can't leave +Cause I do niggas like Fabolous, man they can't breathe +I got a trick up my sleeve, don't ever pick up my weed +And I don't tell my hoes bye, I fuck 'em get up and leave +And when I pass by the laws, I gotta switch up my speed +Cause my spider on the highway, doing 153 +[Hook - 2x] +[Z-Ro] +Every morning I wake up, and give my praises to God +Just for letting me see another sunrise, cause sometime making it through the night is hard +Living in a place where cheering kills, cheering and police be the civilian +Lord I've been calling you so long, I wonder if you even hear me +Even though I can call a whole heep a burdans, I know there's a bunch of blessings as well +I remember when I had to sleep on benches, straight rob motherfuckers and leap over fences +In a single bound, I wish my mama could see me now +Ain't no detectives trying to see me now, with no rival gangs trying to beat me down +It's MTV and BET now, and ain't no mo' regular weed ain't nothing but the best herb +With a grandaddy size cup of codiene, straight eight over ice nigga yes sir +I'm leaning like I need a V8, representing for the 3rd Coast +Look respect the South, and we gon see straight see straight +[Hook - 2x] + +The Chase[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Speed up, Lord, they moving on us +Unmarked cars with dogs, yo, they shooting at us +Light the weed up, for God sake, it's okay, call up Abi +Tell 'em give Ricky the cash, he get half, she's my wife +Gets the V, beans to white +Yo, watch where you going, nigga, breath, alright? +Yo, watch the bitch hop the curb +Racist-ass jakes wildin', spittin' out racial slurs +Stay calm and be patient, grip and guard your nation +Next time they pull out from the trunk we blazin' +Big shit going off bow-dow-bow-bow +Shawn Bell up in his grave wildin' out +If we get caught, son, my lawyer's in Boston +He got a hundred thou to retain with mad frosting +Yo, so don't panic, stay well-planted +Trey-pound pokin' my dick +I pulled the shit out and start blasting +[Verse 2: Sun God] +Without askin', homie, throw me the ratchet +I guess I'm here to audible the plays, John Madden +So switch lanes, do a buck no laughing +Now double-hop the road and go to the Gas Inn +Dog, you imagine? Pigs on our ass, we on foot +And we ain't got no where to throw the ratchet +I'm on point, clap that bitch, this shit tragic +I'm down for whatever, make it happen +[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] +Yo, yo, quick, toss the bomb in the garbage +Come here, shorty, take this revolver +You get caught, don't say its your father's +Don't say my name, say you found it in Yonkers +In the park around a bunch of monsters +You're turning it in cause it was on your conscience +Big boy toys, them shits go bonkers +'Cause we play foul, we don't want no charges +[Verse 4: Sun God] +Fuck that shit, pass that shit over here, G +Hit the backyard, throw that shit in the tan jeep +As soon as you see the cops, automatically plan b +Soon as you hit the spot throw a shot in the air, please +I'm comin' +Know I'm always there when you need me +And, no, I ain't Dre, I just do it that easy +A hundred miles and runnin', I'ma do it for TV +Before we leave the car, leave them gloves and that earpiece +We out +[Outro] +I'm the inventor +'86 rhymin at the center +Blew off the burner, kinda dusty +Blew off the burner, kinda dusty +Blew off the burner, kinda dusty + +200 My Dash[Intro] +(Damn DJ Plugg, DJ killed it) +(Oh, GT) +[Refrain] +Woah, woah, woah, woah +Woah, woah, woah, woah +Woah, woah, woah, woah +Woah, woah, woah, woah +The Plug +[Chorus] +200 my dash (skrr) +I hope I don't crash (woah) +I'm driving too fast (slow down, slow down) +I know why you mad +Cause I got the cash +I'm flexin' my bag +[Refrain] +Woah, woah, woah, woah +Woah, woah, woah, woah +Woah, woah, woah, woah +Woah, woah, woah, woah +[Verse 1] +Hold up (what) +My new gun yeah that shit fold up (uh) +Got the chopper with no holster (bah) +That shit might knock on my shoulder (gun sounds) +I start the fan in the colder +Drive in the Lamb not the lotus +Twelve pull up told me to slow up (skrr) +Spin around in with a donut (vroom) +I had your girl I won't hold up (lil uzi) +I found out she no deep throatier (ha) +She suck my dick like a stick (yah) +I told that girl I'm reloaded (damn) +.30 rounds all in my clip (yah) +And my bullets hit like boulders (damn) +Money so thick I can't fold it (can't fold it) +Can't fit in my pockets, so I envelop it (gun sounds) +Double cup I with the potion +Diamonds they hit like the ocean (yah) +Can't read my shirt cause it's Gosha (huh) +Scope got the aim with the ruler (fire) +Swervin' the range that's the Rover (That's fire) +I hit the shot with the floater +I flooded AP, like Rollie (woah) +I got that bread in the toaster (woah) +I got that bread in the toaster (woah) +[Refrain] +Woah, woah, woah, woah +Woah, woah, woah, woah +Woah, woah, woah, woah +Woah, woah, woah, woah +[Chorus] +Yeah, huh +200 my dash (skrr) +I hope I don't crash (woah) +I'm driving too fast (slow down, slow down) +I know why you mad +Cause I got that cash +I'm flexin' my bag +[Verse 2] +Don't want no sex you bitch (damn) +She want the neck, you bitch (huh) +You tryna act like you like me (huh) +Just wanna check, you bitch (huh) +Just wanna check, you bitch (huh) +Can't get the check, you bitch (bye) +Pull out a hundred can't give my girl 99 of it I blessed my chick (yeah) +You got your first piece of Rafs (huh), you tryna flex and shit (yeah) +I got so much money boy they be watchin' that I had to rest my drip (yeah) +I had to rest my drip (yeah) +I had to rest my drip (yeah) (hey) +I do not go to the club +My crib where my section is (yeah) +Told her don't call my phone (yeah) +Not with the texting, bitch (hello) +Don't want no messages (yeah) +Feelings ain't catching it (yeah) +Told her you talk too much (yeah) +Baby girl rest your lips (yeah) +Baby girl rest your lips (yeah) +[Refrain] +Woah, woah, woah, woah +Woah, woah, woah, woah +Woah, woah, woah, woah +Woah, woah, woah woah +[Chorus] +Yeah, 200 my dash (skrr) +I hope I don't crash (woah) +I'm driving too fast (slow down, slow down) +I know why you mad +Cause I got that cash +I'm flexin' my bag (Flex)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Breathe[Chorus] +In America, you'll never be free +Middle fingers up, fuck the police +Damn, can't a nigga just breathe? +Braveheart, still QB's Finest +Grinding, enough diamonds to change the climate +Not only do you see a nigga shining, you can see a nigga breathe +Jewels enchanted, like they was new from Atlantis (uhh) +Cruise with the hammer, jealous hearted, can't stand him +Haters are scandalous, damn, can't a nigga just breathe? (woo!) +To all my niggas getting money in the streets (yeah) +Middle fingers up, fuck the police +Light up my trees, and I just breathe... +[Verse 1] +I twist 'em, baby mama beef victim +Chronic leaf hitting, all kinds of heat with him, wisdom +From pot to piss in to high position +Intense hustle, it's pain like a pinched muscle +'Til it rains and my Timbs stain my socks +'Til I dodge enough shots and the presiding judge slams a mallet +And says life I'ma guap, then I cop +Then I yacht, then I dock +Island hopping away from nightmare holders +Or cowboy slingers, who shoot up any club +To see they names ring loud on some FBI poster +Must be on X or they coked up +Suggesting I post a, bail, I'm like, "Yes" 'cause we soldiers +We just getting older, in time, we still in our prime +I can't afford a new arrest on my folder +Nigga, breathe... +[Chorus] +In America, you'll never be free +Middle fingers up, fuck the police +Damn, can't a nigga just breathe? +Braveheart, still QB's Finest +Grinding, enough diamonds to change the climate +Not only do you see a nigga shining, you can see a nigga breathe +Jewels enchanted like they was new from Atlantis (uhh) +Cruise with the hammer, jealous hearted, can't stand him +Haters are scandalous, damn, can't a nigga just breathe? (woo!) +To all my niggas getting money in the streets (get money) +Middle fingers up, fuck the police (fuck 'em) +Light up my trees, and I just breathe... +[Verse 2] +I'm, fresh out of city housing, ain't have too many options +Pennies on a pension or penitentiary bounded +Plenty Henny in me, envy was simply they trend, see +My enemy was every hater that was bigger than me +The high life, the fly life +Pierre Hardy, imitation of Christ +Ice-wear gaudy, since '94 flossy +The Lex was an excellent choice now fast forward me +The pestilence of the ghetto informed me +As a shorty, to push nothing less than a 740 +With fresh linen, sip Pellegrinos with Airs on +They sick, mixing they water with Airborne +[Interlude] +Oh, they so sick! +Look how I got 'em going crazy, look at that! +You gotta let it out, stress, ain't good man +You gotta breathe (breathe...) +And America, we gotta be free +[Outro] +Breathe... +Breathe... +Breathe... +Breathe...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +That Ain’t Gangsta[Produced by Trackmasters] +[Verse 1] +How you gonna take this? like a man or a bitch? +You gon' get it on nigga or you gon' snitch? +I represent niggas in the hood gettin' rich +Man, I stack chips and I unload clips +After 3 summers in the jail I thought life was hard +Some niggas started fightin', some niggas found God +You know me, started sellin' leak in the yard +Yo, I ran into niggas who used to have Hummers +Big as hell in the joint wearin' '86 numbers +Damm dog, you been in here that long? +You could think that, but say that and yo' ass is dead wrong +A convo is only three words, "yo what up" +You ain't gotta work out to leave this bitch cut up +Let a nigga find out you on some goin' home shit +And you tryin' to bounce without payin' a loan, shit +Some niggas beat cases on the strength of they cream +After witnesses disappear on the strength of they team +I'm hard as hell to get along wit' so it never fails +A nigga I got beef with end up in the same jail +He had a L rolled in bible paper - blowin' the lah +I sent him a little kite just to be blowin' his high +And when I shot you in New York why would I box you now? +If I catch you going to sick call I'm'a ox you down +Niggas you think is real really can't hold they own +I'll have 'em on some E.T. shit tryin' to phone home +In here a gemstar is like a nine milli chrome +It's similar, in fact they'll both split ya dome +Scars are souvenirs, niggas always take 'em home +[Hook] +You got blown over the jack? (that ain't gangsta) +Your man ran when you got clapped? (that ain't gangsta) +Rockin' a vest with no gat? (that ain't gangsta) +You only a thug when you rap? (that ain't gangsta) +Niggas juxed you for your track? (that ain't gangsta) +You ran to other thugs to get it back? (that ain't gangsta) +Niggas ran off with your packs? (that ain't gangsta) +If you ain't bustin' ya gat (that ain't gangsta) +[Verse 2] +You'd call me Animal if you seen me livin' on lock +I stay in a box so much it seems like I'm visitin' pop-ulation +When I walk by, niggas like "Fifty don't play son" +"yeah, somethin' really wrong with that nigga..." +Max out, I'm goin' straight for the Glock +Bust a u-turn, I'm goin' straight to the block +The things that'll happen if niggas say I can't eat +Down goes the window....out goes the heat +I'll make the whole block look like a fuckin' track meet +Some get it in the leg, some get it in the back +Some get it in the foot, bleed all over their Air Max +Nigga pump my packs or pay poor tax +It's extortion, it happens in the hood often +Claim more lives than choices, free abortions +Rich Nice says I got a problem with the dice +Cause I put the title to the Benz on the line twice +I rock shit cause I stay on that block shit +That 9mm Ruger to your knot shit +See the difference is I'm real and you not, kid +I still stash crack money in my sock, shit +Ya'll niggas wanna pop shit? I pop clips +Leave with your blood on my mink in the drop six +Guiliani and Pataki can't stop this +Since '86 my whole clique pop Criss +[Hook] +[Outro] +5-5-1 BRRRAAAT BRRRAAAT +1-3-4 BRRRAAAT BRRRAAAT +What the fuck you know about that?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Get It On Wit YallI'm The Truth +Why Would I Lie? +I Walk Around This Bitch +Like A Pilot +I'm Fly (I'm Fly) +Hello & Bye Bye +I Leave Ya'll Ass +In The Past Like Tie-Dye +(hehe) +Three Blunts and A My Tie +And I'm So Well Connected Like Wi-Fi +Me Real Dread +Them They Si-Vi +And I Murder Bill Nye +The Science Guy +I +Do What I Do & I Do It Well +I'm a O.G. Bitch +Can't Chu Spell? +F*ck Wrong With Ya'll? +I Ain't Marvin Gaye +But I Can Get It On With Ya'll +Microphone C-H-ecker +No Liquor +Just Painkillers & Prometha +Young Eckerds +Jumpin The Gas +Like Checkers +You Can't Check Us +Or We All In Ya Face Like Freckles +Trunk Speckle +Big Shark Talk +I Swim Winning Wherever +I Walk With A Fork In My Pocket +Salt And Pepper +Feed Me Rappers Or Feed Me Beats +And If You Don't Be-lieve Me +Then Leave Me Be! +I Am Not Human +I Am Just An Illusion +Organize Confusion +Amusin! (haha) +I Am Not Losin +I Am One Of The Choosen +School Of The Hard Knocks +I Am Just A StudentEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Saint Pablo (Original Version)[Intro: Kanye West] +Yeah, 9:08 L.A. time +Back in the lab and shit +[Verse 1: Kanye West] +My wife said, I can't say no to nobody +And at this rate we gon' both die broke +Got friends that ask me for money knowin' I'm in debt +And like my wife said, I still didn't say no +People tryna say I'm goin' crazy on Twitter +My friends' best advice was to stay low +I guess it's hard to decipher all of the bills +Especially when you got family members on payroll +The media said it was outlandish spendin' +The media said he's way out of control +I just feel like I'm the only one not pretendin' +I'm not out of control, I'm just not in they control +I know I'm the most influential +That TIME cover was just confirmation +This generation's closest thing to Einstein +So don't worry about me, I'm fine +I can see a thousand years from now in real life +Skate on the paradigm and shift it when I feel like +Troll conventional thought, don't need to question +I know it's antiquated so sometimes I get aggressive +Thank God for Jay Electra, he down with the mission +Did it with no permission, on our own conditions +Most blacks with money have been beaten to submission +Yeezy with the big house, did it way different +Never listen to Hollywood producers +Don't stare at money too long, it's Medusa +The ultimate Gemini has survived +I wasn't supposed to make it past 25 +[Chorus: Sampha] +Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky +Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi +Oh, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky +And you wonder where is God in your nightlife +Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky +(Father, Father, Father in the night sky) +Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi +Yeah, I feel like I'm home, yeah, yeah +[Verse 2: Kanye West] +I've been wakin' the spirits of millions more to come +A million illegally downloaded my truth over the drums +I believe in the children, listen to the kids, bro +If the phone ringin', go and get your kids ho +Brother Don Muhammad told the minister about the presentation +He sat back and smiled +Black on black lies is worse than black on black crime +The Jews share their truth on how to make a dime +Most black men couldn't balance a checkbook +But buy a new car, talkin' 'bout "how my neck look?" +Well... it all looks great +Four hundred years later, we buyin' our own chains +The light is before us brothers, so the devil workin' hard +Real family stick together and see through the mirage +The smokescreens, perceptions of false reality +Who the real owner if your boss gets a salary? +I am one with the people +I am one with the people (real!) +I've been woken from enlightened man's dream +Checkin' Instagram comments to crowdsource my self esteem +Let me not say too much or do too much +Cause if I'm up way too much, I'm out of touch +I'm prayin' a out-of-body experience will happen +So the people can see my light, now it's not just rappin' +God, I have humbled myself before the court +Drop my ego and confidence was my last resort +I know, I know He got a plan, I know I'm on Your beams +One set of footsteps, You was carryin' me +When I turned on the news and they was buryin' me +One set of footsteps, You was carryin' me +When I was negotiatin' with Apple, it was Larry and me +Told Tim Cook to call me, I was scary to see +I would've took a hundred million and gave 20 to Hov +I heard it's the way they did it when we only had a stove +But it's better that I stayed at home with my folks +Cause if Jay a billionaire then I'ma never go broke +Only thing I ask is next time I'm on stage we all go +We all go +Not just by myself, lookin' for niggas like where's Waldo +She got the same shoes as my wife but she copped 'em at Aldo +Modern day MJ with a off the wall flow +[Bridge: Sampha] +Nightlife, walk all over me +Walk all over me +I'm deliverin' everything I've ever sent that you'll bring +Fly, fly, fly overseas +Fly overseas +Oh, anywhere, everything but in between +Oh, yeah +[Chorus: Sampha] +Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky +Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi +Oh, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky +And you wonder where is God in your nightlife +Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky +Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi +(Father, Father, Father in the night sky) +Oh, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky +And you wonder where is God in your nightlife +(Father, Father, Father in the night sky) +[Verse 3: Sampha] +Please face me when I speak +Please say to me something before you leave +You've been treating me like I'm invisible, now I'm invisible to you +Oh invisible truths they say, I can't quite understand what you say +Understand, understand, understand I'm standing under oath with my hand on the book +Tell the truth, nothing but the whole truth +And you always give me half of you, half of you +Take half of a shot +Won't you let my heart go? +Make you feel something that I'm feeling +[Chorus: Sampha] +Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky +Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi +Oh, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky +And you wonder where is God in your nightlife +Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky +(Father, Father, Father in the night sky) +Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi +Oh, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky +And you wonder where is God in your nightlife +(Father, Father, Father in the night sky) +[Produced by Kanye West & Mike Dean] + +Wild Is the WindLove me, love me, love me, say you do +Let me fly away with you +For my love is like the wind +And wild is the wind +Give me more than one caress +Satisfy this hungriness +Let the wind blow through your heart +For wild is the wind +You touch me +I hear the sound of mandolins +And you kiss me +And with your kiss my life begins +You're spring to me +All things to me +Don't you know you're life itself +Like a leaf clings to a tree +Oh my darling, cling to me +For we're creatures of the wind +And wild is the wind +So wild is the wind +And wild is the wind +You touch me +I hear the sound of mandolins +You kiss me +And with your kiss my life begins +Daddy you're spring to me +All things to me +Don't you know you're life itself +Like a leaf clings to a tree +Oh my darling, cling to me +For we're creatures of the wind +And wild is the wind +So wild is the wind +So wild +So wild is the wind +So wild is the wind + +Summer Sixteen (Remix)[Verse] +It's either you love it or hate it +You straddle the fence, that's not trill enough +I just slap all of my niggas +That's showing me they really down for the coming up +Ooh, it's pressure +Hammer man, can't touch this +Frozen pipes, watch me bust on 'em +Step on heads like clutches +Watch the pipes leave the dust on 'em +Toni Braxton with the flow, hoe +Usher Raymond with the dance moves +Nino Brown with the dope quotes +Pussy get wetter than bottled water +I took that dick out to Bora Bora +He ate the booty like mahi-mahi +Mai Tais with Tahitian hotties +Mob ties with the Legion +Probably got me moving like I'm in a movie +Acting like he knew me +I am too elusive +Life is too exclusive to worry +So I'ma just live a little +(Yeah) I need an Oscar nomination +Bitch, I'm a living motion picture +Rolling with you +Need to see you speeding with a smoking pistol +They honor me that's no Judicial +Zebra stripes, I'm so official +If it ain't mutually beneficial +Then what the fuck am I doing with you? +Baby niggas like price efficient +Cut it out like Eddie Scissors +I got the bread on me +Paparazzi got me paranoid +Bitch, I feel like the feds on me +Close the curtains on the 600 +City traffic give me time to think +Think about when I was first fronted +I live fast with no time to blink +I need a nigga like Malcolm X +Seven zeros on every check +[Chorus] +I been looking for some bands +All summer sixteen +All summer sixteen +Playing dirty, not clean +Got the whole BK out here like a football team +What the fuck you mean? +I been looking for some bands +[Outro] +Yeah! +Yeah! +Yeah! +Nothing but them fucking M's +Y'all ready! + +Awesome[Verse 1] +I, you don't need, need to ever write +I read your last message at least a thousand times +At least a thousand, least a thousand times +Alright, alright, alright +Why would you ever listen to people tryna hate on you? +At least you know there's nothing new +[Chorus 1] +Stop everything you're doing now +'Cause baby, you're awesome, so awesome +You look too good to be at work +You feel too good to ever hurt +I hope you're ready for tonight +I'm gon' cook, you'll be dessert +You can't be still +I gotta move, I gotta dance +I gotta live, I gotta love +I gotta hope, I got a chance +'Cause baby, you're awesome +[Verse 2] +You don't need to listen to your manager +You're way too hot for them to handle you +Baby, not for nothing, I know you're lookin' for somethin' +And I got it, why you frontin' on me? +[Refrain] +'Cause I'd rather do nothing with you +Than something with somebody new +Yeah, I'd rather do nothing with you +Than something with somebody new +[Chorus] +Stop everything you're doing now +'Cause baby you're awesome +Don't let nobody bring you down +You're so awesome +You're so out the park +You're so after dark +You're so sleepless nights, ooh, you feel so right +[Bridge] +You're so freakin' tight +I know you must be tired +Of running through my mind +Can I come inside? +'Cause baby I'm awesome, also +I'm also awesome, also +I'm also awesome, y'all know +[Refrain] +'Cause I'd rather do nothing with you +Than something with somebody new +Yeah, I'd rather do nothing with you +Than something with somebody new +[Chorus] +Stop everything you're doing now +'Cause baby you're awesome +Don't let nobody bring you down +You're so awesome +You're so out the park +You're so after dark +You're so sleepless nights, ooh, this feels so right + +Remove Worry [April 29, 2018]Remove worry +We can shape our future. I'm an optimist at my core. I know there will be harmony +energy is contagious +Art is the threat to authority +Art is the escape hatch from oppression +what makes kids so important to learn from psychologically is that they are not afraid to fail +What would you do today if you are not afraid of the consequences of failure? +We’re all kids +or at least we're dying to be kids +Or we’re dying because we've lost our inner child +we're dying to be ourselves +we’re in this so-called information age but we're starving for wisdom +we're being starved and anyone who starts asking unpopular questions gets demonized. Only free thinkers can change the world +There's a silent majority of people that have been silenced for too long + +Kung Fu (Alternative Version)[Intro: Ski Mask The Slump God] +(Ayy Keep That), quiet +(Keep this too), haha +Ooh, I see you, haha (Water, I see you) +Bitch, um, um, um, ayy +Um (Yeah) +[Verse 1: Ski Mask The Slump God] +Got juice and I'm clean as a maid, I need a minute, uh +Switch it up, spin that shit on them just like a fidget, uh +Scary diamonds, yeah them hoes green just like a gremlin, uh +Got a fingers on me, like itchy, bitch, I feel dizzy, uh, uh +I am popping like bubble in a chatelaine, uh +Green on me like a nigga cut your lawn tonight, uh +Animal but I did not sleep in a barn at night, uh +A cannibal, I eat pussy, and pussy niggas like, "Uh" +[Chorus: Ski Mask The Slump God & Lil Pump] +Fish scale, when she on her out, she gettin' well +Loud pack when I'm rolling, smell it on my nails +Skater girl wanna grind on my dick just like rail +Paris girl eating snails, I say, "Ew" +Uh, fish scale, when she on her out, she gettin' well +Loud pack when I'm rolling, smell it on my nails +Skater girl wanna grind on my dick just like rail (Ooh) +Paris girl eating snails, I say, "Ew" +[Verse 2: Lil Pump] +...multi milliionaire, I fucked her in my crocs +[Chorus: Ski Mask The Slump God & Lil Pump] +Uh, fish scale, when she on her out, she gettin' well (Uh, brr) +Loud pack when I'm rolling, smelling it on my nails (Sheesh) +Scandic girl wanna grind on my dick just like rail (Esskeetit, water) +Paris girl eating snails, I say, "Ew" (Ooh) +Fish scale, when she on her out, she gettin' well (Yeah, aye, brr) +Loud pack when I'm rolling, smelling it on my nails (Ayy) +Scandic girl wanna grind on my dick just like rail +Paris girl eating snails, I say, "Ew" (Ooh, yeah)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Tombstone Interlude[Inspectah Deck] +Still running your mouth, gun in your mouth +Why you wanna start shit? +With the hardest known, bad to the bone, fuck shit up regardless +Modern day martyr, larger than your dollar bill +Numerous groups are faded, the diehards holla still +Killa Killa Hill, still build and destroy the track +Deal is the boy is back, y'all killing the thrill +I deal in the field, walk my talk, talk revealing the real +I do it for the spoken heard, those who feel what I feel +And I won't let up the pressure, til the pipes bust, the mic's dust +Strike up the cash, man, I catch you when my flight touch +And don't play with the king, and don't play in the ring +The body shot's brutal, leave you laid in a sling +Now get your tombstone, before you're moved on +Before your bird get distracted by the blue stone +Son is a beast, come from the east, the mogul keeps it global +Mountain mover, pounds of buddah +Serving the streets the soul food +Many'll call, few are chosen, few are hoping, few opposing +Dude was joking til the ruger smoked him, exposed him +It's more than a game, cats who hate rap, calling my name +For that morphine flow, break a needle off in your vein + +Blinded[Manfred Mann's Earth Band's "Blinded By The Light" Sample] (Lil Wayne) +Blinded by the light (Yeah) +Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night (Yeah) +Blinded by the light (Skull Gang) +Blinded, (Young Money) Blinded +Blinded by the light +[Lil Wayne] +You see my chain glow, follow that rainbow +I can put bangles around yo ashy ankles +I hope you get the picture, like Kinko's +That I love you overall, like paint clothes +Baby, Wayne knows what you like +Now baby gon' shine, cause you bright +And me plus you equals too bright +Baby they gon' be +[Manfred Mann's Earth Band's "Blinded By The Light" Sample] +Blinded by the light +Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night +Blinded by the light +Blinded, Blinded +Blinded by the lightEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Models[Verse: Boosie Badazz] +Red bones, black bones, horses, and stallions +Boosie fucked them all, I’m a motherfucking dog +You better tell them how we thugging tonight +And girl, you gon' have to suck it ‘fore you fuck it tonight +I got a model on the left, model on my right +Front my cash, bad ass, get swatted all night +Number 1 0 1 0 6, still I’ll fuck a ratchet bitch +I ain’t had to beat my dick since 1996 +Fucked the grandma, the mama, the cousin, the niece +I’ll make you [?] if you’ll be my little freaks +Straight up, the player haters they gon' hate us +Girls bite us like gators, they give us thirty-one flavors +A straight go-getter, man I’m all about my stacks man +I make it rain and pick it up like Pacman +I’m gutta, you see your girl with me, I done already fucked her +Now I’m working on her friend, come over and join in +[Hook: Snook da Rockstar & Boosie Badazz] +There's models on the left, models on the right +In the VIP, popping bottles all night +Nigga, I'm fucking something (You know I'm fucking something) +Nigga, we fucking something ( Man, is you fucking something?) +'Cause there's models on the left, models on the right +In the VIP, popping bottles all night +Nigga, I'm fucking something (You know I'm fucking something) +Nigga, we fucking something (Man, is you fucking something?)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +I’m The Greatest Player[Intro: Lil' Flip] +Yeeah (Yeeah) +Lil' Flip (Lil' Flipper) +EA Sports It's In The Game +NBA Live, Playa Skillz on the track +Holla back, uh, oh oh +[Verse 1: Lil' Flip] +After one year in college, I went straight to the pros +So when I throw a no-look pass, go straight to the goal +Don't move in slow (why?), cause I'm hyping up the crowd +Cause when he shootin these free throws, I want everybody LIVE +I'm the greatest in the game cause we winning by thirty +And after the game, I'm gone take off my jersey +And throw it to the fans cause that's how I get down +It's EA Sports and Lil' Flip representin H-Town +[Chorus: Lil' Flip - 2X] +I'm the greatest player to ever play the game (play the game) +I should retire my jersey cause y'all know my name (y'all know my name) +You out of your brain, don't shoot cause you out of your range (you out of +Your range) +Cause I'm like a mack truck when I'm driving a lane, uh +[Verse 2: Lil' Flip] +Uh, I love this game cause I can't get laid off +Plus we get respect if we make it to the playoffs +So watch me stop and pop, it's all in the wrist +Say Lil' Ron hold him, he taller than Chris (swish) +That's what you hear whenever I shoot a three partner (woo) +They double-team, I got shooters in each corner (uh) +So look out (look out) +Before you get took out (took out) +Your coach mad cause you let me hit a hook shot (ha ha) +I got a triple-double (triple-double) +It's one quarter left (one quarter left) +They got home court advantage, (so what?) don't disrespect the ref +Before you get a tech (tech) +We playing for respect (respect) +We about to see who the best out of the east and west +[Chorus: Lil' Flip] +[Verse 3: Lil' Flip] +You better step your game up cause I want another ring +You keep playing like you played - they gone trade you to another team +And when the buzzer go off, that mean we the champ (we the champ) +This year we ain't even got to go to camp +Holla back + +Take Away (radio edit)(Missy) +You're so incredible +Ever since the day we became, we became.. so personal +Everyday that I spend with you it gets.. unforgettable +Anything that I did with you, I don't.. regret at all +(I love everything about you) +Take away, your gold and platinum chains +(and I'm gonna love you baby) +Cause I'm gon' love, love you anyway +(I ain't in it for the cheddar baby) +I'm not in it for, for the love of cash +(oh no no, you might go broke, but I'm) +Cause if you go broke, I gotta make it last +(not goin nowhere, nowhere, nowhere..) +(Ginuwine) +Listen, let's make, it national +I want the whole world to know +I'm with you, and I'm.. in love +Ain't no girl in this world +Can fill your shoes, none not at all +The things you do for me is so.. unbelievable +And you can take away all the platinum chains +(Missy) + (Ginuwine) +Take away, your gold and platinum chains +Cause I'm gon love, love you anyway +(I'ma love you anyway, yes I am) +I'm not in it for, for the love of cash +(I'm only in it for the love of you) +Cause if you go broke I gotta make it last +(I gotta make it last babyyy) +I just wanna be the perfect match +You don't even have to ask.. +I just wanna be the perfect match +We become so attached.. +(we become so attached baby that's all I ask) +I just wanna be the perfect match +You don't even have to ask.. +I just wanna be the perfect match +We become so attached.. +(be the perfect match baby, so attached, yeahyeaheyeahhh) +(computer voice) +Now can you hold me, now can you feel me +Now can you get near me.. +For once in your lifetime, for once in your lifetime +Now can you hold me, now can you feel me +Now can you get near me.. +For once in your lifetime, for once in your lifetime +(Missy) +Take away, your gold and platinum chains +Cause I'm gon' love, love you anyway +I'm not in it for, for the love of cash +Cause if you go broke, I gotta make it last + +MentalXxEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Fire Ina HoleUh.. +Come on [3X] +State your business +Come on +Let's make it hot +Come on (word) +Let's make it hot +Come on +Let's make it hot +Come on, let's make it hot (hardcore to make 'em rubbers at cold) +Come on, come on +[Verse 1: Method Man] +[Verse 1: (method man)] +With all do respect to tha game +Im tha ph- enom , not ready for primetime , be on +Extinction , change tha way u thinkin ,or be gone +Pass tha fuck out , somethin stinkin +Could it be tha skunk? or could it be that body +In tha trunk? of my lincoln , continental style +Pop tha pussy like a pimple +Im fed up +I put it in your ear and fuck ya head up +Turnin up tha tempauture +Told them kids to enta tha 36 +Masta meth shiiit +Biohazaduas is pretentious +Do it for tha chemically imbalanced +State ya business +Pay me at tha door' +Ironman hear me raw , 12 inches +Sure shot soldiers in the trenches +Fire in a hole +The game commences +Third string rappers play the benches +Reload +There'll be no repentance for soul +Just life sentence with no change for parole +And thats real +[Chorus:] +Fire in a hole! (pray [echoes]) +Fire in a hole! [10X] +Fire in a hole! (yeah) +Fire in a hole! (yeah, yeah) +Fire in a hole! (yo, yo, yo, yo) +[Verse 2: Redman] +Gundowned at sun down +Run now from the bucks sound, touchdown +Your crew wanna punt now, pump-bloww +Swimming trunks torn up from the huntdown +Brakes lock 'em up now +A rich bitch smack 'em up now +A plucked out eyebrow down +Naa dog, a broad got to be a hussy +A hood rat that ride like the bride of Chuckey +Walk through my hood, your ?drools? is screamed: "Thug me" +My revolver to reload like the Scussy, doc +The bigfoot out for the squosh +Shell shocked like I'm 6 months in the bush +Fire in a hole! +Hiking in the snow with 40 motherfuckers expiring the blow +Footprints up timbs are wallabe souls +We cased to placed like Barnaby Jones, hoes +Lay it down like plats in ya hair +Ride off with your money then clap in the air +[Chorus:] +Fire in a hole! +Fire in a hole! (yo) +Fire in a hole! [3X] +Fire in a hole! (yo) +Fire in a hole! +Fire in a hole! (yo) +Fire in a hole! (yo, yo, yo) +[Verse 3: Method Man] +This is for them niggas on the bricks +Holdin' down a block for my nigga carlton fisk +The kid that stay up in a blocks +Ain't no christmas ever since Santa scratched my name off the giftlist +Shit ain't been the same since the pain or forgiveness +Dead man talkin' about elected +Un live it cancer around throat of a critic +Yo doctor, describe me a drug that can knocka' +New on his ass, take a blast up a nucker +For real though arsenic production that kills slow your eardrums +Like a happy hooker with a dildo +I spas on anyone who shows his ass +I got the mob with me plus a full tank of gas +[Verse 4: Redman] +Yo, yo +With me and meth swarm you need a net to cover you +Turn a rap game into W C W +Off the rope I hang glide to the grove +Straight people doubt french fries and a coke +Doc's the name the burglar, serve ya +That lead through five from frigs and murtar +They skirt out my with Rick ran down tires +What a chicken I met who hand out flyers +Look I'ma areas, I don't have it +My crew large enough to walk and cause traffic +Bounce like box springs on your craft-matic +Before you be sueing doc for malpractice +You couldn't bang from start +Your girl see you beat up and shit +Get a change of heart +Flaming dark spit it, name a mark +My impact towards you JFK playin' in a park +[Chorus:] +Fire in a hole! [14X] +Yeah [3X] +Fire in a hole +Yeah [5X] +Mister meth, ha-ha +Funk doctor, ha-ha +Mathematics on the track, ha-ha +All my niggas in the bricks +All my niggas on Shaolin +Worldwide +To my whole crew, BBC +Hahhahahahaa.... + +Lay It Down[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Cut the music up +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +YMCMB, bitches call me "Tunechi Li" +I be with niggas that shoot police +I keep that iron, you can get creased +And if she say she didn't fuck—bitch, you're lying through your teeth +They say, "It cost to be the boss" +The ones in jail wish they were free +Niggas call me "Hi-C" because I'm high, as you can see +Niggas say they paid they dues; well, I'm checking your receipt +Might as well go stupid since this is a stupid beat +Grab the owl out the tree, and ask that bitch, "Who but me?" +Got your bitch bent over, nigga—hands to her feet +Tell that pig and that cow I'll go ham if it's beef +'Cause all my niggas well rounded +Don't fuck with none of these square niggas +Mask on, Ghostface Killah, draw down and erase niggas +I'm a Blood, is you a blood donor? Swisher full of that California +I hit it sideways: caddy-corner +Then she catch that nut like pneumonia—Lil Tunechi! +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +Lay it down, ho (Haha), lay it down, bitch +Lay it down, ho, lay it down +Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down +Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down +Put the money on the couch, nigga +Give me everything up in your house, nigga, shut your mouth, nigga +Put the money on the couch nigga +Give me everything up in your house, nigga, shut your mouth, nigga (Yeah) +[Verse 2: Cory Gunz] +Start it up: vroom, vroom +Uppercut a bitch out the bus: boom, boom +Unless I get the brain: pum-pum +She let a nigga run and get the gang, run a train: zoom-zoom +Tryna get paid too soon, one deep +One sweep away in a room-room +We getting money over here, talking shit and fucking bitches +I don't know what the fuck they doing, Tune +My syrup purple, my turf Earth, my birth circle, I'll dirt surf you +I squirt-murk you, my verse hurtful +My shooters still got curb curfews +Y'all bout as hot as Von Dutch, y'all not gone harm much +Hijack y'all some prom bus; ain't no retreat but my arms up +No graffiti, my bombs up +It's Young Money in this shit until a nigga dead and gone +If you wanna set it off, what you wanna bet it on? +I'm betting the wedding's off when e'erything wetted on +Point 'em out, Truk your life, fuck your style +Fuck with me, you a bucket foul +Niggas'll buck your smile for a dunking pile +You better duck it, pal +[Hook: Lil Wayne & Nicki Minaj] +Lay it down ho (Yeah), lay it down bitch (And I smoke) +Lay it down ho, lay it down (Lil Tunechi) +Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down +Lay it down, lay it down... (Hahaha, mhm) +[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj] +Shawty, what's your name? Is you trickin'? Is you paying? +Is you sniffin' on that 'caine? What the fuck, is you saying? +If you getting it, then you getting it +It's my money, I ain't splitting it +I ain't tripping it, if she got a fat ass, then I'm tipping it (Tipping it) +Came out the bank—Bye, teller!" Give a bum money—"Hi, fella!" +Bad lil' ho, high-yellow, brand new Rolie, Sky Dweller +Just left from Dubai, flew private-eye +I made a million dollars, swear to God, that ain't no lie +I said, them niggas was popping, fake niggas be watching +My black glove be dripping wet, but I got my Cochran +Losing ain't no option, I'm teaching bitches my doctrine +The Maybach ain't poppin, if it ain't got no par-tah-tion +Oops, I mean "partition"; it's all a part of my vision +I sit and count this money while I watch you bitches audition +I said, "Oops, I mean 'partition,; it's all a part of my vision +I sit and count this money while I watch you bitches audition," hehehe +[Outro: Nicki Minaj, w/ Lil Wayne] +Fuck wrong with you bitches? +I don’t give a fuck +You don’t hear me, you don’t see me—bitch, you gon' feel me, ho +Young Money, Young, Young Money nigga +Young, Young—lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down +Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down, aah!12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +I’ll Be There For You/You’re All I Need To Get By (Puffy Daddy Remix)[Intro: Method Man] +Rugged style, it's enough to make a hardrock smile +Cheeba cheeba, y'all +Cheeba cheeba, y'all +And you don't stop +Yeah, yeah +Cootie in the chair +Cheeba cheeba, y'all +Don't stop +Yeah, yeah +Cootie in the— check (Tical) +[Verse 1: Method Man] +Shorty, I'm there for you anytime you need me +For real, girl, it's me and your world, believe me +Nothing make a man feel better than a woman +Queen with a crown that be down for whatever +There are few things that's forever, my lady +We can make war or make babies +Back when I was nothing +You made a brother feel like he was something +That's why I'm with you to this day, boo, no fronting +Even when the skies were gray +You would rub me on my back and say, "Baby, it'll be okay" +Now that's real to a brother like me, baby +Never ever give my cootie away and keep it tight, aight? +And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live +In a fat-ass crib with thousands of kids +Word life, you don't need a ring to be my wife +Just be there for me and I'ma make sure we +Be livin' in the effin' lap of luxury +I'm realizing that you didn't have to funk with me +But you did, now I'm going all out, kid +And I got mad love to give, you my nigga +[Chorus: Mary J. Blige & Notorious B.I.G.] +You're all I need +To get by, by +You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together) +To get by, by +[Interlude: Mary J. Blige] +Like sweet morning dew +I took one look at you +And it was plain to see +You were my destiny +With you, I'll spend my time +I'll dedicate my life +I'll sacrifice for you +Dedicate my life for you +[Verse 2: Method Man] +I got a Love Jones for your body and your skin tone +Five minutes alone, I'm already on the bone +Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own +No need to shop around, you got the good stuff at home +Even if I'm locked up north, you in the world +Rockin' three-fourths of cloth, never showin' your stuff off, boo +It be true, me for you, that's how it is +I be your Noah, you be my Wiz +I'm your mister, you my missus with hugs and kisses +Valentine cards and birthday wishes? Please +We on another level of planning, of understanding +The bond between man and woman and child +The highest elevation, 'cause we above +All that romance crap, just show your love +[Chorus: Mary J. Blige & Notorious B.I.G.] +You're all I need +To get by, by +You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together) +To get by, by +You're all I need +To get by, by +You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together) +To get by, by (Like sweet morning dew, I took one look at you) +You're all I need (And it was plain to see you were my destiny, baby) +To get by, by +You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together) +To get by, by +You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together) +To get by, by +You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together) +To get by, by +You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together) +To get by, by +You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together) +To get by, by +You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together) +To get by, by +You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together) +To get by, by +You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together) +To get by, by +You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together) +To get by, by +You're all— + +You Mad (Make It Back)[Intro] +That's more like it +Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy +You can't trap here, you can't mat here +Yeah +[Chorus] +I know why you mad, 'cause I get a bag +First I made a bag, then I spend a bag +Then I make it back, yeah I make it back +Know I got 'em racks, baby that's a fact +I know why you mad, 'cause I get a bag +First I made a bag, then I spend a bag +Then I make it back, yeah I make it back +Know I got 'em racks, baby that's a fact +[Verse 1] +Pull up on my dolo, 'cause I got my strap +All I see is snakes, Don C on my hat +I was off the xanny baby, she was off the flat +She ain't have no panties baby, hit it from the back +I know I'm a better fella, no hater, I won't tell her +Donald Duck my Gucci sweater, no I won't pluck a feather +I probably got salmonella, Saint Laurent on all my leather +Diamond dancing with baguette, chopper on me Armageddon +Damn my jewelry it got heavy, damn my new bitch she so heavy +Yeah my new whip is so heavy +Hit the button, now it's ready +Ready, better hope you're ready +Now she wanna sex me, used to didn't want to text me +[Chorus] +I know why you mad, 'cause I get a bag +First I made a bag, then I spend a bag +Then I make it back, yeah I make it back +Know I got 'em racks, baby that's a fact +I know why you mad, 'cause I get a bag +First I made a bag, then I spend a bag +Then I make it back, yeah I make it back +Know I got 'em racks, baby that's a fact +[Verse 2] +Stop, stop, stop, stop +Stop, stop, bitch I went up in my thoughts +200 my whip and it stuck +I do not talk to the cops +Stop, you're popped +You do not get any guap +Ayy, get a bag run it up +Diamond dance, they shiny, it ain't sunny up +Who at the door, put the money upstairs +Better stay down there, can't get money up here +Clothes so rare, you can't find that there +Ayy, car go faster, you can't pass there +You can't text here, you can't mack here +You can't trap here, you can't stack here, got the mac here +[Chorus] +I know why you mad, 'cause I get a bag +First I made a bag, then I spend a back +Then I make it back, yeah I make it back +Know I got 'em racks, baby that's a fact +I know why you mad, 'cause I get a bag +First I made a bag, then I spend a bag +Then I make it back, yeah I make it back +Know I got 'em racks, baby that's a fact10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Twisted[Intro: Mr. Probz (50 Cent)] +Here's a little info you should know (it's 50) +You don't know what you're in for +What you're in for (c'mon) +[Chorus: Mr. Probz (50 Cent)] +We get the party rockin', bottles poppin' +Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we (yeah) twisted, yeah +(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +System thumpin', the club is jumpin' +Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we twisted, yeah +(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah) +[Verse 1: 50 Cent] +Let's toast to success and take it a little higher +May tomorrow bring you everything your heart desires +Let your driving ambition offer you new visions +May your gut-instinct help you make good decisions +This is more than Champagne, this is more than just a glass +This is a symbol of accomplishment we rarely ever had (ha ha!) +Let's enjoy tonight like tonight's our last +We can focus on the future and reflect on the past (WOOO!) +We done came so far, I mean, look where we are +If they don't call us by name they call us entrepreneurs +From the block to the board room, the hood to the high life +Skyscraper paper, baby, life in the limelight +Want the best of the best, the top of the top +I mean the baddest bitches, you know, the cream of the crop +We gotta hustle and have it, we better than average (uh) +More like the elite, my nigga, we gotta eat, c'mon +[Chorus: Mr. Probz (50 Cent)] +We get the party rockin', bottles poppin' +Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we (turn up) twisted, yeah +(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +System thumpin', the club is jumpin' +Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we (c'mon, c'mon) twisted, yeah +(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah) +[Verse 2: 50 Cent] +What was once a strike against us has become an advantage +'Cause we grind when we at it like we stone-cold addicts +That mastermind, the mental is oh so essential (uh) +Product of the environment (uh), they ain't been what we've been through (yeah) +I'm fond of the phrase "If there's a will, there's a way" +'Cause we come from the parts where only killers could play +Southside (Southside), it's alright +Ghetto's my Alma Mater huh? It's alright (WOOO!) +We could keep the party jumpin' like this all night +The bottles, just keep 'em comin', baby, let's get right +Let's get it on, play a little Marvin +It’s gettin' hot in here, homie, this could be a problem +Keni Burke style, let's keep rising to the top (uh) +Let's do it, do it big and let a fuckin' hater watch, oh yeah +This is perfect, this a moment to remember +As we proceed on our money getting agenda, c'mon +[Chorus: Mr. Probz (50 Cent)] +We get the party rockin', bottles poppin' +Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we (turn up) twisted, yeah +(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) +System thumpin', the club is jumpin' +Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we twisted, yeah +(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Love, Hate, Love[Verse 1] +It's the same shit, feel like a nigga having flashbacks +I might have crack in my ass crack +Back to that rubber handle, 38. special vandal +Play Godfather, bitch, you be dead like Marlon Brando +These bars hit harder than hard times +My flow’ll make a lifer wanna stare at the sunshine +I’ll bring a bitch, you bring a bitch, let's switch +I’mma swing, hit ya face with a pillow case filled with mop wringers +Penitentiary style, big monster swag +Bitch, I got so many tricks make me go in my bag +Yeah, niggas keep saying I’m back, it’s a fact +Ya shaking like ya ass got parkinsons, relax +Confused, acting like a white boy bored +Now you wanna jump a flight of stairs on a skateboard +Nigga, why the fuck ya pants so tight? +You tryna show niggas your ass, your alternative life +I’m hungry like I ain't ate, I lost weight +On a highway it's worth more outta state +I’m raw like Cypress, I could just kill a man +Blow from Mexico’s cartels per kilograms +[Hook] +They love me then hate me then love me again +Bitch, I don’t pretend, pussy, I ain't your friend +I done told you over and over again +You can hate it or love it, hate it or love it +[Verse 2] +I going green, emeralds and my watch face drippin' +Nigga ain't no safe safe when I start trippin' +I might call my next LP Death of the Weirdo +I’m high, check my altitude, I’m lounging in the Lear home +Feel a buzz, a little Kool-Aid and Codeine +I say getting your ass whipped is a sure thing +It ain't safe in the war, the war I’m playing my shark tank +On the trip to the mall, made your bitch ass plank +I done touched more pussy than maxipads +Now Detox can be your little rap rehab +Bitch, just a second visit from the repo man +And you can’t afford your monthlys, I mean goddamn +Nigga, you ain't worth your shoes you standing in +When I party I bring a bitch to bring the cannon in +You said you was gonna see me when your homie got shot +It’s been a while so I’m guessing you must've forgot +Once again you forget, ain't this some shit +You forgot about me, bitch, I wrote your hits +You know How We Do, Hate It or Love It +And nigga fuck it I’m special, that's why your ass say my verse +[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Happen to You[Pre-Chorus] +Don't ever think that it can't happen to you, you +You gotta stand on your own two, win or lose +And if it gets too hard to face the truth +You got to grow through what you go through, yeah +[Chorus] +I need a bandage for the damage I've been through +I've been knocked down but I managed to improve +Only real competition is myself +[Verse 1] +She's stuck in my brain storm, trying not to get rained on +I put all these rings on and it look like I'm flame throwing +And I put all my chains on and it look like I snakecharm +I was down on my dick, everybody was hissing +Now I'm trying to keep them snakes up out my garden +Put your ear up to my safe, the money snoring +Carolina blue sorta look like Jordan's +Let's get high for Nipsey and pop a blue dolphin +And yes I gotta keep them snakes up out my garden +But keep that Mamba Mentality regardless +'Cause I know harder times are waiting for me in the future +All I can do is stay in my lane and put my gear in neutral +[Pre-Chorus] +Don't ever think that it can't happen to you, to you +You gotta stand on your own two, win or lose +And if it gets too hard to face the truth +You got to grow through what you go through, yeah +[Chorus] +I need a bandage for the damage I've been through +I've been knocked down but I managed to improve +Only real competition is myself, myself +Yeah you need a bandage for the damage you've been through +You've been knocked down but you managed to improve +Only real competition is in you +[Verse 2] +I'm caught in a thunderstorm +I look up and it's fuckin' pouring +I'ma need me a lucky charm +I need it easy as Sunday morning +I keep me a firearm 'cause I always think I'm at harm +But it ain't no smokin' over here without ringing my fire alarm +On gang, on God, on moms +This life will break you down to crumbs +I was floating on the cloud, I jumped +And when I hit the ground I sunk +Yeah they thought I was down, I'm up +I was lost now I'm found, what's up +I came too far around to give up +When I was down on my dick +Everybody was missing, they thought I would miss them +But I got in that kitchen and cooked up this wisdom +I started a system +If you really love your niggas you'd never risk them, yeah +[Pre-Chorus] +Don't ever think that it can't happen to you, yeah +You gotta stand on your own two, win or lose, yeah +And if it gets too hard to face the truth +You got to grow through what you go through, yeah +[Chorus] +I need a bandage for the damage I've been through +I've been knocked down but I managed to improve +Only real competition is myself, myself +You need a bandage for the damage +I've been knocked down, knocked down but I manage yeah +Only real competition is myself +Only real competition is myself2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +The Bitch Who Stole Christmas[Verse 1] +The bitch, she was bad and sexy (Bad and sexy) +Light brown complexion +Even badder neck (Badder neck) +Her sex is a weapon (Woo) +Been a gangsta, dog, since a adolescent +Bait 'em in, wink at ’em, skate 'em in +Fuck him, then she fuck his friend +Find out where they hide the money +Then she call her brother and he call his friend (Woo) +Now they run in that bitch +Cut ya down, take everythang +Ho blame you when she say, "I do" +And any backup split everythang +Now she shinin' with plenty diamonds +She got it, she tryna ride +She slime all the time +This bitch tryna hit everybody +[Chorus] +She the bitch who stole Christmas, the bitch who stole Christmas +The bitch who stole Christmas, the bitch who stole Christmas +You the bitch who stole Christmas, the bitch who stole Christmas +The bitch who stole Christmas, you the bitch who stole Christmas +[Verse 2] +Shoulda never trusted that ho (No) +Shoulda never made her your girl (No) +Shoulda never showed her your stage (No) +Shoulda never showed her your plug +Now sex is a weapon and she started early-early (Early-early) +She know how to work it, work it (Work it, work it) +She fucked you and put you to sleep (Snake) +And then she get dirty-dirty +Like, she go in your pockets, see what’s in your pockets +She get it and fold it back +She always be askin' for shit, shoulda knew she wasn't shit +Always askin' for shit +But she bad as a motherfucker (Bad) +Face match her ass like a motherfucker (Bad) +In Gucci, she swaggin', she always be laughin' +Them dimples'll make you a sucka-sucka (Fast) +This lil' bitch here Halle Berry, huh +She even play games with the credit card +She ride down the street, look at every car +Hopin’ she’ll catch her a double-up +She catch him a boss, she can break you off +Suck on his dick 'cause she got the sauce +She got on his jewelry like she the boss +Then she sent her homeboys in his house +[Chorus] +She the bitch who stole Christmas, the bitch who stole Christmas +The bitch who stole Christmas, the bitch who stole Christmas +You the bitch who stole Christmas, the bitch who stole Christmas +The bitch who stole Christmas, you the bitch who stole Christmas +[Outro] +Shoulda never trusted that ho +Never trusted that ho +Shoulda never trusted that ho +Never trusted that ho +Never, mayneEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Kobe Bryant[Intro: Kobe Bryant] +I want to be the best +I want to be the best, simple and plain +That's why I play the game +And to be the best you have to win +And that's what drives me +[Intro: Stephen A. Smith] +He's the best player in the game +It's just that simple +There's nothing that Kobe Bryant can't do +He will defend your best player +He will shoot from the perimeter +He will get all in yo' mug +He will do whatever it takes +He is the most complete basketball player +In the game today - bar none +He has an assassin's mentality +I said this week, I said this when the trade went down +And I will repeat it again +Who's starving more for an NBA World Championship +More than Kobe Bryant +There is no one +This guy is highly motivated +What separates Kobe from the pack +More than Kobe Bryant, there is no one +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Kobe doin' work +2-4 on my shirt +He the greatest on the court +And I'm the greatest on the verse +Going for the fourth ring like it was his first +Gotta get the gleam +Do it for Kareem +Two-four so nice, my flow so mean +Catch me at the game sitting next to Goldstein +Kobe Bryant Nikes, purple gold strings +Kobe in the game dunkin' on the whole +Black Mamba, attack, conquer +Basketball beast, rap monster +Crossover good, or turnaround jumper +Or just drive the lane and dunk on dunkers +You know where it's goin', it's goin' down yo +This is the Lakeshow, but don't drown though +I call him King Bryant, now let the crown show +[Interlude: LeBron James] +I'm definitely, I'm just lost for words +I mean, he's amazing +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +Pass me the damn ball +I don't need a pick at all +And don't worry 'bout my shot +Cause I'ma get that off +Yea, I drops 40 on your double team +Then I drop 81 on another team +Yeah, you better guard me with caution +And watch I work 'em like a auction +No such thing as exhaustion +No time for resting +Cause I don't take breaks +I just break records +And I prefer the ball with three seconds +And I bet we gon' win it all in three seconds +Ya dig +That is a guarantee +Apparently +And please tell your defense +Don't ever man to man with me +Double team, triple team +Your defenders sick of me +But, I never let 'em get to me +Literally +Step back and give 'em a three +Ain't no defending me +[Interlude: Reporter & LeBron James] +One guy certainly envious of the way Bryant's playing lately, LeBron James +I've been quoted saying that +He's definitely the best player in our league +Um, to me, in my eyes +The best scorer in our league +And there's not another guy in our league +That can accomplish some of the things +That he's doing +[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] +Never take a day off +Catch you at the top of the key +And get a J off +Baseline face time +Tongue out like two-three +Even two-three gotta love how I do me +Practice while you sleep +Practice in my sleep +Straight outta high school +Tha brackets ain't for me +I will be jumpin' over you +Like I got a mattress at my feet +And all is Phil Jackson say is you +Better be passin' it to me +I put the master in the piece +Attack you like a beast +And I am starvin' for victory +And that means I'mma eat +And when they ask you who's the best +Then the answer should be me +[Interlude 3: Elie Seckbach/Mikael Pietrus] +Seckbach: Who's the best player in the NBA +Mikael: Um, I'll say Kobe Bryant +Seckback: Really? Why +Mikael: Because you never know what you're gonna get! +[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] +Call me Mr. Clutch or Mr. Automatic +I can post 'em up, or Lamar go get the alley +I'm going for the ring +I'm going for the ring +I went to Beijing +And came back with the bling +Who they want +They want Kobe +And what he want +He want the trophy +The victory +And the glory +No Shaq +No Robert Horry +Now break 'em off, Kobe break 'em off, yeah +You better be where that Laker don't, yeah +Just give him the ball and he take it off, yeah +Or he properly dishing it to Gasol, yeah +Or give it to D-Fish on the wing, yeah +Or just let lil' Ariza do his thing, yeah +Cause I'm great, and so is my team, yeah +[I thought you want to be the greatest] +Uh, do it for Magic +It's your time baby +I see nothin' wrong with doin' it four times baby +I'm the best yes +And he the best yeah +Don't worry LeBron - get 'em next year +Now what's defense +To an assassin +Killer instinct +Murder the basket +Then steal the ball back +Hold it for ransom +It's more than a game +This is a passion +Been a all-star, been a champion +Free throw line, you hear 'em chanting +MVP, MVP +Kobe Bryant aka MV-me +In knee deep, smash any D +Whoever he is he can't guard me +He can't guard me +[Outro: Elie Seckbach] +"So, there you have it. The overwhelming answer was ... Kobe Bryant"15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +I Take No Breaks*Lyrics from Snippet +[Intro] +Woah, what the fuck? +Woah, wait (Woah) +Hello? Where am I? +Hello? No, seriously (Hello) +[Chorus] +I take no breaks (Breaks) +I take no breaks (Breaks) +I take no breaks (No I don't) +I take no brakes (No I can't) +She got no waist, I got road rage (Skkr) +Ain't no slow days, went my own way (Yeah) +[Bridge] +Yeah (Yeah) +Yeah (Woah) +Yeah (Ayy) +Yeah, it's Lil Uzi Vert +[Chorus] +I take no breaks +I take no breaks +I take no breaks (No, I don't) +I take no brakes (No, I can't) +She got no waist, I got road rage (Skrr) +Ain't no slow days, went my own way (Yeah) +I take no breaks +I takе no breaks +I take no breaks (No I don't) +I takе no breaks (No I can't) +[Verse 1] +Why they always in my face, make yo' girl do what I say +You know I don't even play, made ten million last May (Yeah) +Pulled right off like, "See ya", no, I wouldn't want to be ya +Now she begging me to feed her, she hate when I tease her +And on the real, I don't need her, when I fuck the bitch, she's a heater +Foreign girl like Mia, I smoke more then Khalifa +Can't get high off three plus, I just pulled up in a G-Truck +I'm in the cut like a Caesar, too much space, like Venus +I'm so hot, hit the trap like Seymour +Backed up [?], she need us +Pink diamonds, they rain on my neck +Got flavored ice like Rita's +[Chorus] +I take no breaks +I take no breaks +I take no breaks (No, I don't) +I take no breaks (No, I can't) +She got no waist, I got road rage +Ain't no slow days, went my own way (Yeah) +I take no breaks +I take no breaks (No, I don't) +I take no breaks (No, I can't) +I take no breaksEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +The Dogs of War[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Money Miggs, let's get him +I need help to plan an attack twist back these youngin's +Tired of the run-in's, these niggas ain't live +Nine years in the desert, son, they couldn't survive +We're gonna ambush. Blow out the windows, set flames +Turn the pilots on, set up bombs by the maze +Blow brains, tie niggas up to the radiators +[Shawn Wigs] +They ain't gladiators we gon' crush 'em +Push 'em to the edge, bum rush 'em +You know how we do. OG style I dress like the pizza man +And when they answer the door you come out the van blazin' +Flame-throwing niggas like shish kebabs +[Ghostface Killah] +Toasty, roasty, they be like Ghost be crazy as shit +They fucking with the wrong one +Son of a gun, I make murdering fun +You took my baby, my block, and corrupted my hood +I'm a do it for my hometown, New York understood +I see laboratories, chemicals and shit +They cooking right here on the block. I'm throwing a fit +Destructo, destroying houses like wreckin' balls +Crushing your foundation you sit somewhere, inspect the fall +[Shawn Wigs] +Chill. Back the fuck up; it's gonna blow +He gotta face full of powder and that blue-like snow +The explosion threw him twenty feet in the air +He hit the floor and his face just stuck in blank stare +Hey yo, Tone. Hey yo, Tone. Wake the fuck up +The chemical burns on his face, I wanna throw up +I hugged him, felt his heart beatin', his chest breathin' +Fuck the police, son, I ain't leavin' +Scooped him, threw him in the van and split +Took him back to the crib and shit, we gon' fix it +[Hook: Ghostface Killah & Shawn Wigs] +Hey yo, get him (I got 'em) +We gon' rock 'em +Try dealin' shit on my block, you got a problem +It's Tony Starks and Money Migg, the OG's +Schoolin' niggas in these streets with no degrees +[Movie Sample] +"Yeah. That's right, nigga. What you want? (??) black ass." +[Verse 2: Kool G Rap] +I hear 'em talkin' gun talk, that's my language (language) +Hollows up in the chambers, a hundred shots that'll angle (yeah) +Soon as a nigga aim 'em, they blowin' like James Ingram (word) +Nickle plates from '88, shit'll "Wrath Of Kane" em (Kane 'em) +I'll pee on a handball court wall where they paint 'em (now hold that) +I'll fuckin' yellow-stain 'em +Them niggas out of pocket with it (word) +Buck shots, left his big man chopped to a midget (blaow-blaow) +Rippin' crazy shit, poppin' from a Civic +Warm biscuit tryin' to put this nigga Starks in a barrel +Them slugs hit the wall, I assassinated his shadow (damn) +At the train yard, my tires rollin' over gravel (yeah) +I hope I hear him step on the third rail and crackle +Now I'm hoppin' out the whip, gotta finish this +My biggest hammer about to show him what the business is +Parked trains, darker rain, ain't no witnesses (where he at?) +I swore I heard his footsteps right behind me (word, yo) +So, I turned around quick to do this nigga slimy +Nothin' but a black stray cat ran over line three (what's that?) +A homeless man rollin' cans in a shoppin' cart (oh, shit) +And then, from top of the train, came a pop, a spark +Tried to pop back but I was locked in a arch +The nigga hit his mark right on top of my heart (aw, damn) +My whole chest went numb and the pain got sharp (down) +Fell face down on the ground, saw the Timberland mark +He bopped, swingin' the gun like a pendulum arm +The silencer on the shit was like a Michelin part +Then everything faded out, became of victim of Starks + +Don’t Be Commin’ (In My Face)[Intro] +VA, yeah, New York, Atlanta, DC +LA, New Jersey, Philly, say what, say what +[Verse 1] +You never know a good thing 'til I'm gone +And you'll be spending many, many nights home alone +You won't be seeing me around your way, no no +And if you don't get it together, baby, I can't stay +[Chorus] +Don't be comin' in my face tryna tell me you love me +You shoulda thought once or twice, sacrifice and make it right +It's the thing that you do, make me not love you +So just wait and you'll see, get no other love like me +[Verse 2] +You never know I'm for real until I leave, uh huh +And when I pack up my clothes, don't be calling me +You won't be seeing me anymore, no no +'Cause when I'm long, long gone, I won't be back in this door +[Chorus] +Don't be comin' in my face tryna tell me you love me +You shoulda thought once or twice, sacrifice and make it right +It's the thing that you do, make me not love you +So just wait and you'll see, get no other love like me +[Verse 3] +To my east side people to my west side +To all my bitches who sat home crying +Over these niggas and over these fellas +Shake em off like Jello, uh-huh +To my east side people to my west side +To all my bitches who sat home crying +Over these niggas and over these fellas +Shake em off like Jello, uh-huh +[Chorus] +Don't be comin' in my face tryna tell me you love me +You shoulda thought once or twice, sacrifice and make it right +It's the thing that you do, make me not love you +So just wait and you'll see, get no other love like me +[Verse 4] +I used to stick closer to your side then a beeper +'Til you smoked that cheaper reefer +Now you loony as fita, shut up +Don't say a word, yep, I got the word +Yeah, I heard it from a little bird +Now I'm out the door about 44 +You don't know? +Get your bags and your things take the door +Don't take this shit no more +When you leave, you can leave out the back door +[Outro] +Fucker, stupid niggas +Always think they can play somebody +Y'all know who y'all are +Tryna run about 3, 4, 5 women at one time +Then you wanna come back all in our faces +And tellin' me how much you love me and all that bullshit +Whatever man, fuck you +Alright, I'm out + +Hated on Me[Intro: Lil Durk] +Yeah (Yeah, yeah) +Yeah +Ride the fuckin' wave (808 Mafia) +[Chorus: Lil Durk & Future] +I be tired of niggas tryna ride the fuckin' wave +I done put some niggas on they feet around the way +I done put some millions in the trap around the way +I done did so much, I make 'em feel some type of way +I want it all, I want it all +For me and my dogs, so we can ball +You see this drip, it's drippin' on me +You see this clip, it's hangin' on me +Pour up the lean, they hated on me +Pour up the lean, they hated on me +[Verse 1: Future] +I run the check through machines now +I ride around with machine guns +I put a check on a ching chong +Hold up, lil' nigga, I'm King Kong +I go to sleep with the hammer +Fuck watchin' the TV, I'm watchin' the camera +I'm paranoid, higher than a hawk +You broke and it ain't my fault +I need it all, I told ya dog, I been 'round the atlas +I'm gutta forever, I fuck on a thot, then go fuck an actress +Let me find out you been lyin' about all of the shit that you say in your raps +I put the hood on the map +I put the hood on the map +My young nigga just caught a double +They tryna give him the chair +They tryna give him the chair +[Chorus Lil Durk & Future] +I be tired of niggas tryna ride the fuckin' wave +I done put some niggas on they feet around the way +I done put some millions in the trap around the way +I done did so much, I make 'em feel some type of way +I want it all, I want it all +For me and my dogs, so we can ball +You see this drip, it's drippin' on me +You see this clip, it's hangin' on me +Pour up the lean, they hated on me +Pour up the lean, they hated on me +[Verse 2: Lil Durk] +Block nigga +War time, keep a Glock with him +Future Biggie, I'm Pac, nigga +Drop a bar in the pop, nigga +Appeal money, free ahk, nigga +I love designer, no rap, nigga +Diamonds water like tap, nigga (Water) +Feds listen, they tap, nigga (What?) +No green, just Act', nigga (Drank) +Never got shot, but I put that pole to work +Chopper got a kickback and I hope it's sure to work (Boom, boom) +Young killers fifteen and you know I mold 'em first +Free 22, 38, the state had told 'em first +Spot 'em, got 'em, yeah, yeah +I'm a problem, yeah, yeah +It's my city, hell yeah +And my killers ain't playin' here +[Chorus: Lil Durk & Future] +I be tired of niggas tryna ride the fuckin' wave +I done put some niggas on they feet around the way +I done put some millions in the trap around the way +I done did so much, I make 'em feel some type of way +I want it all, I want it all +For me and my dogs, so we can ball +You see this drip, it's drippin' on me +You see this clip, it's hangin' on me +Pour up the lean, they hated on me +Pour up the lean, they hated on me4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +’91 FreestyleYo, this is Nas, the rebel to America +I load the clips 'til my lips are crass, cracked +Like a vet buggin' out from flashbacks +My raps, I shoot at your skull and leave ya sprung +I'm wavin' automatic guns at nuns +Paragraph wizard makin' mics malfunction +I blow the fuse with the style I choose +Science is dropped, my raps are toxic +My voice-box locks and excels like a rocket +Nas assassinates the Pope with a scope +I mutilate mics 'til my voice-box is broke +Try to battle me and gasp for breath +Words I speak is a step beyond death +A rappin' Charles Manson, I'm just that odd +I'm so strong, long enough to box with God +I throw a pitch at your brain so try and catch it +My thought are bugged +My brains should be put in a straitjacket +I'm nastier than cannibalism +I'm as sharp as a shank in prison, thoughts abrupt, risen +My rap is a ritual of Satan +Though I'm not demonic, my voice is electronic +My brain is deranged +In a metamorphic change, my sound waves are strange +Many say that I'm propelled to Hell +But I met the Devil and wrecked his brain cell +Police murderer, I love to kill a black cop +Nasty Nas is as deadly as a crack spot +And smoke a mic like a fiend +I use a TEC 9 like I was ??????? +I go on till the break of dawn +Breakin' raps in half, my word is bond +It's like that and, uh, I go on and on +Akinyele, rock the mic till the mic is tornEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +30 DeepWe be 30 deep, (we always deep) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (my boys, shit, we certified, nigguh) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (we go hard) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep (we go hard) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (yeah, nigguh, we go hard) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (Yes, nigguh) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (Ya) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep +We got them bands and we show 'em off +We 30 deep on Boosie Juice +Hit the bottle, watch what this Boosie do to you (hit the bottle) +My nigguhs stomp and jump and makin' money, (we bosses) +6 of us lay in your yard, though, we vultures +We turn up when we hit the club, I'm Boosie, I'm Boosie, the plug +We take all the bitches, we fuck all the bitches +We turn up at the club +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (my boys) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (we go hard) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (we go hard) +30 in the Jeep, we be 30 deep, (turn up) +Most of us sippin' on the mud, yeah, lean +Most of us watchin' a whole club, yeah, beans +That my cousin, that my cousin. that my brother, (that's my lil brother) +That's my down-from-day-one dawg, he a hustler +He gettin' a bag, yeah, he set it off, yeah +Tatted up with gold teeth in this bitch, 30 deep in this bitch +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (yeah, nigguh, we go hard) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (yeah, nigguh, we go hard) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (we go hard) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (my boys) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (we go hard) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (we go hard) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (we go hard) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (we go hard) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep, (we go hard) +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deep +We be 30 deep, we be 30 deepEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Hard To KillCheck it out, this the Big L yknowimsayin +Chillin with my man Herb, we gon' drop like this +Check it out, check it +You better flee Hops, or get your head thrown three blocks +L be keepin niggas hearts pumpin like Reeboks +It's the nigga that bitches suck and sweat +Faggots I buck and wet, disrespect and I'm a break ya f*ckin neck +I'm known to put a cap in a duck face, I spray guns, F*ck Mace +I'm a nutcase from a rough place, it's called Uptown +Front and get bucked down +Walk through with jewels on, that ass'll get stuck clown +I got styles you can't copy bitch +It's the triple six in the mix +Straight from H-E double hockey sticks +I'm the Devil's Son, like my song said: +I smash niggas like cornbread +You can't kill me - I was born dead +I wet shit up like a floodage +Me and me crew peel cats and carry gats like it's luggage +I'm nowhere near trash, step to the rear fast +'Fore I have ya queer ass cryin like tear gas +Every year I gain clout, and my game sprout +Some niggas'll be virgins if crack never came out +The Big L's hard to kill, when my squad gets I'll +You better guard your grill, before you gets scarred for real +Big L is a large boss +Known for puttin more holes in a nigga body than a golf course +I'm crazy quick to knock a duck off +I'll pull out then buck off +And tear a nigga grill right the f*ck off +You'll get smoked - like a Phillie fast +Cause ya shit is really trash +F*ck around, I swing on ya silly ass +It's Big L the crime converter +Sayin peace to all the niggas in jail doin time for murder +I wreck the mic, plus the whole stage, rockin cornrow braids +I'm killin motherf*ckers like old age +Known to have a hottie open +I keep the shotty smokin +Front and get half the bones in ya body broken +I never false teach, so listen as the boss preach +I only rock leathers by Martin Cannon and North Beach +I'm makin rap hits, I stab flicks and mack chicks +Just the slim ones, you won't see L with no fat bitch +Yo I'm the nigga that they call AWOL +Punks - I slay all, on my spare time I play ball +In the playgrounds I spray clowns with trey pounds +Makin G's from transportin keys on Greyhounds +My shit is kickin like a sensei +I'm smoother than Ben Gay +Comprende? +I'm outtie like M.JEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +The Heart Gently Weeps[Intro: Ghostface Killah] +Shh, shh, shh, shh +Wu, Wu, Tang, Tang +[Hook: Erykah Badu] +The joy the flowers bring me +The pain still has me sinking +All while my heart gently weeps +Your smile has got me shrinking +The tears in your eyes are twinkling +Because the heart gently weeps +[Verse 1: Raekwon] +Snowy night, fiends basing +A raisin in the sun was amazing +The joint on the dresser, a gauge went off +Jumped up, fish tank, it fell, and they stuck +They shot her cousin LaVon, he owed a buck +Willie was awful, pulled out the ratchet, let off two +Grits fell on his leg, Kiana ripped the cold boo' +He violent, an Island nigga with the talent +Of six killas who just came home, from straight wildin' +Robbin everything in Macy's, Lacy, short haircut +With long arms, who fuck niggas, got four babies +Yvette jabbed her, slapped her wig off, ran in the crib +She did the dumb shit, my nigga done clapped her +Lester, smoked Chester sister Vest, I heard it was a mess +They ripped the apple out her throat, blessed her +Hungry hyenas from Medina, all A-trainers +Who got reluct', think fast and blast for Beamers +[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] +Yeah, yo, I brought my bitch out to Pathmark, she's pushin the cart +Headed to aisle four, damn, I got milk on my Clark's +That's what I get, not focusin from hittin that bark +My mouth dried, need plenty water quick, I feel like a shark +In the aisle, bustin them paper towels and wipin my Wally's down +I stood up to face a barrel, he's holding a shiny pound +It's him, he want revenge, I murdered his Uncle Tim +I sold him a bag of dope, his wife came and copped again +That bitch is crazy +And, uh, she brought her baby +She knew I had the murders a smack, it killed her man though +Now I got his fuckin' nephew grippin' his gat +You's a bitch +You better kill me +You know you booty +You pulled your toolie out on me +Motherfucker! +First thought was to snatch the ratchet +Said fuck it and fuckin grabbed it +I ducked, he bucked twice, this nigga was fuckin laughin +I wrestled him to the ground, tustle, scuffle, constantly kicked him +He wouldn't let go the joint, so I fuckin bit him +Shots was whizzin, hittin Clorox bottles +Customers screamin, then the faggot ran out of hollows +I had to show him what it's all about +Next thing you read in the paper: +"A man who came to kill gets knocked out" +[Interlude: Erykah Badu & Method Man] +I don't know why nobody told you +Man's not supposed to cry +Though we're just babies, and it's so crazy +How tears of joy bring so much life +Yo, ayo, yo, yo +[Verse 3: Method Man] +You on your way to the store? Nigga grab me a Dutch +I'm mad as fuck, my dude +My count was short when I was baggin it up +Now I need liquor, nigga pass me a cup +What's up with Officer Brown? +The other day, he tried to shackle me up +He killed Kase, and now, he hassling us +This motherfucker got balls +Even the gall to try and patting me up +Time to re-up, let these niggas know we back on the block +With three hundred off a G-pack, crack in the spot +[Interlude: Erykah Badu] +I don't know why nobody told you +A man's not supposed to cry +Though we're just babies, and it's so crazy +How tears of joy bring so much life +[Hook: Erykah Badu] +The joy the flowers bring me +The pain still has me sinking +All while my heart gently weeps +Your smile has got me shrinking +The tears in your eyes are twinkling +Because the heart gently weeps +[Outro]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Neck of da Woods[Intro] +Drum Dealers +All my niggas, we good +If it's an issue, get to it +Don't leave, you'll wish you don't do it +Don't do it +Spvnk on the beat, hahahaha +[Chorus] +All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it +Don't leave, you'll wish you don't do it, don't do it +All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it +We 'bout that issue, get to it (Get to it), get to it +In my neck of the woods they be up to no good +All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it +Don't leave, you'll wish you don't do it, a fuck nigga wish they could +I wish a fuck nigga would try something and think it's good +[Verse 1] +Think it's good? (Think it's good?) Think it's good? (It ain't good) +It ain't good (It ain't good), I'm too hood (I'm too hood) +In the streets (In these streets) niggas not (Niggas not) +In my pocket (In my pocket) that's a knot (That's a knot) +Fuck these hoes (Fuck these hoes), fuck these thots (Fuck these thots) +Gotta focus (Gotta focus) on the guap (On the guap) +Where you been? I ain't seen you on the block +Is they fans? I don't know, or they opps +[Chorus] +All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it +Don't leave, you'll wish you don't do it, don't do it +All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it +We 'bout that issue, get to it (Get to it), get to it +In my neck of the woods they be up to no good +All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it +Don't leave, you'll wish you don't do it, a fuck nigga wish they could +I wish a fuck nigga would try something and think it's good +[Verse 2] +A nigga got killed on the nine, what happened? +That's them goofy ass opps, they be out there just cappin' +And me, I be snappin', gettin' to it and trappin' +They better not think it's that like they can't get caught in traffic +Like we don't love that gun play, on my grandma, they cappin' +The bitch took off her clothes without me havin' to ask her +I was playin' with them rolls, I was, totin' the poles +I was fuckin' them hoes, gettin' money, that's all I know +[Chorus] +All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it +Don't leave, you'll wish you don't do it, don't do it +All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it +We 'bout that issue, get to it (Get to it), get to it +In my neck of the woods they be up to no good +All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it +Don't leave, you'll wish you don't do it, a fuck nigga wish they could +I wish a fuck nigga would try something and think it's good1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +RainI lost my daddy at 14, I lost Trell at 12, life in jail +Ain't it funny how the money makes you seperate the real and fake? +I started off small time victim of the game, a monte carlo to a bentley and a diamond ring +I got fame but mayne my whole world changed +Some niggas left me in the rain, my girls changed, they changed on me! +I thought I got lucky, 200 G's took my grandmother from me +I hit my knees (Why lord?!) I tried syrup I tried weed I couldn't cope nigga +Head down crying tears at the hospital +A broken home, tried to get my hustle on nigga killed Lil Ivy my soul gone +I bought my mama a house she cried instantly, all that shinin got my niggas in penitentary! +[Chorus x2:] +I can clearly see the sunshine, but I'm steady walking through the rain! +[Lil Trill:] +Still got hatred in the city after all that we done did all the toy give always school clothes and things +Even for Easter givin the kids bikes and for that they ain't cryin up in Carroltyn now that ain't right +We still smile though cause of the sunshine, wonder what I'll do if I could press rewind +I done seen a lot half both sides of the field, the best of both worlds and yeah I'm for real +Mama got 7 kids with pops I stand alone +I'm walking through the rain but still I move on, I just started so right now I'm far from done +I keep moving on until I see the full sun +Patiently waiting but the best is still yet to come, I guess things happen for a reason when its said & done +Say Lil B keep your head up just take it serious bra keep your faith in God cause he's the one who lay at us +[Chorus x2] +Diabetes steady eating my insides fucking my vision up I swear to God I feel like giving up +Some times I'm laughin with my money machine, but they trying to put me on dialysis machine +I-v's in my arms, I know I'm doing wrong no insurance back to Early can't long +Being a daddy only thing that make me happy, I'm tired of getting sick same thing for young savage +I try to do right and help my community police still kicking at my door Dirty motherfuckers +You probably think I got the world at my hands, but really dog I got the world on my shoulders! +When I look at your son I see your face homie (Lil Ivy) everybody pray for me cause they hating on me +Wish I could take it all back sometimes, truth is I don't even like to rap sometimes +[Chorus x2]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Symphony[Verse 1: Method Man] +I’m that OG, some of y’all know me +I used to cop greens from 4G, nickels, dimes and oz’s +I’m like Thor’s brother, so low key +I might swing a hammer, provoke me +Put a shooter where Ko - be +Tell ya like somebody done told me +Never trust nobody who owe me and any wife is a trophy +If Meth the mortician, you know that shovel is on me +To put em in the earth, I do my dirt all by my lonely +[Verse 2: Kash Verrazano] +I’m all about the Benjis +But that bring jealousy and envy +Don’t trust niggas, they smile it seems friendly +I’ll be damned if I pass up +It’s for bricks when I mask up and run down +On em to get my cash up +Cash Verrazano J Reeds is getting lined up +Sam Rothstein when I lean slump with the 9 tucked +Come and take a trip to the dark side +Fuck around with pigs, they gonna find your body hog-tied +No guys saying they neutral but playing both sides +Homicide housing young cartel with dope tides +Your boy ain’t playing a little +Have em engraving a tombstone with your name in the middle +[Verse 3: Carlton Fisk] +Fugitive on the run, felony warrants +The police, kicking doors, question all the informants +Carlo, feeling like the war’s on and I’m running through Hell +Blunt in my mouth, gasoline draws on +Vocals, got a laser beam, no other option for you +Die or embrace the team, offers that you can’t refuse +Handz On music, motherfucker, yeah say it with me +Now get your smart phone hater and take a picture with me +Consigliere, no phones, Jimmy whisper to me +Ride ’til I win the war, Cops put a clip in me +Carlo’s, got killers on the payroll, Killers on the lay-low +Killers that will kill when I say so +[Verse 4: Hanz On] +There’s a war going on outside, nobodies safe from +I gotta get this money now, we gon’ take some +A politicing with these clowns, bout to shake something +I’m gonna hit em with the pounds, that’ll break something +Y’all better run and get your boots time tight black +Y’all fornicating with this money, get your life rap +Straight music, motherfucker cause it’s like that +I come and hit em in the dark, call it nightcap +And I be fucking with the starks, he my ace boon +Don’t let us catch you in these parts or we gon' bake rooms +And yo them cats you running with, yo they some fake goons +I’m bout to sweep em in the finals, gonna shake brooms +The situations getting chunky, tension mad thick +Like you could cut it with a knife, cloak and dag’ shit +Hanz baby, PLO on some Arab shit +My killahs coming with them cannons, bout to blast shit +[Verse 5: Streetlife] +Streetlife chip off the old block, the hard rock +Apply pressure to your neck ’til your heart stops +Got ‘em all lean like codeine, microphone fiend +I’m an addict, I’m addicted to rap cream +New day is dawning but I’m stuck in my old ways +Gave you fair warning, I’m reloading, okay? +I ain’t gotta say it’s on, pop up at your front door +Early morning, guns drawn, like ding dong +[Verse 6: Killa Sin] +Cash, I get it up, my niggas, I can’t get enough +Won’t stop rocking ’til I’m sitting up on Diddy bucks +A semi tuckin, witty fucker, picture getting city stuck +This city buck is sick of flipper, motherfuckin’ city bus +Big whip, coasting, throat stroking, slow motion +Slow groove, so smooth, old school, Billy Ocean +Caribbean Queen, mean body, Dereon jeans +Cherry bomb, the way she blow me, she like [?] dreams +Enough with the petty con schemes, I need Enron cream +Short minute before I end up with that Benz on lean + +Snake Pond[Kung-fu sample] +Very good! +Who are you? +We are from the Wu-Tang +Shaolin's the foundation +From which all kung-fu springs +Buddha's name be praised +[Raekwon] +I met him by Snake Pond, my hand on the flamer, my bomb +I park, Rae, Ghost, then lit up the bong +It's nightfall, nothing here, nothing to fear +Just got things to touch on, then he walked up weird +Walked in frail as stale, his eyes were soft +His face was pale, I looked at him kneel +Just wanna talk, you a deer, starting chasing him +He jumped in the tree, had grass in his ear +(I'mma kill you nigga, you gonna have to come down) +Little did he know I was a leader, a full bred eater +Jump in new V's, shopping, had the fever +Next stop Starbucks and Spiegels, Jags had diesel +Then she walked in, fly little diva +Niggas on the scheme for your gleam, they come from your school +A bunch of snake bites, they bitch smacked Shareen +She slid in the '09 Beemer, with that sex whore Sabrina +Forging checks, live in Medina +Thanks for the info, my kinfolk, listen, Miss Window +With the big pimple on her temple +Any more knowledge is college, you gave enough to be bounced now +She shot up in Chipotle, don't quote me +917, 646, you know it's war, bitch, can't dress for nothing, she fronting +Took a piss, roll up, let's twist, pulled down my pants +Good look, and shot through her tits +Now I gotta picture who I'm looking for, fake ass Brooklyn boy +I know his fucking family, fuck 'em all +I used to love brothers, now I hate 'em +Mostly them gator boys, who stunting and they never seen nathan +Me and my real soldiers who started it, won't play part of it +But I'mma get to the bottom, I got 'em +Newspapers saying they shot 'em, but on the low +I heard he shot himself +A trip, yo, the poison me, I come from the poison bees +Where mothers run old nightclubs with tons of ki +Old lady holding them G's, dope fiends, holes in they jeans +Magicians that can make blow green +I know his whole team, no craze, dough so low +I hit 'em off mean, now he wanna hold me, no bro, B + +Touch ItYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +I'ma need you to touch it, touch it, touch it +Or just kiss it, kiss it +Shit, do something +Do something +Can you just touch it, touch it, touch it? +Or just kiss it, kiss it +Shit, do something +Do something +I need you to touch it, touch it, touch it +Or just kiss it, kiss it, kiss it +Shit, do something +Do something +Could you please touch it, touch it, touch it +Or kiss it, kiss it, kiss it +Shit, do something +Do something +Touch it, touch it, touch it +Or just kiss it, kiss it, kiss it +Kiss it, do something +Uh, uh, do something +Just touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it +Or kiss it, kiss it, kiss it +Shit, do something +Do something +Would you please touch it, touch it? +Could you please kiss it, kiss it, kiss it +Baby, do something +I need you to do something + +Green Light SpecialWetter than u +Boosie bad azz +Green light specials +I feel like I can get it wetter than u (So wet) +I feel like I can treat her better than u (Lil better) +She give me green light specials +Green light specials +When I come in the room she hug me (She hug me) +When I leave she say she love me +(Love me) +I love u too, she say nobody do it like I do +On top of dat I feel her juices comin down when she on top of dat +First class in the air let me put you on that dro +Jump in the drop top baby let ya hair blow +Fatal attraction when we kissin it's already hard +Go to the levy in the bentley and look at the stars +Be in the shower for a hour pussy real clean +Walk to me in them boy draws +(Oh lawd) +I keep it real with her so she keep it real with me +I catch one she catch three then we fly to Tennesse +Pull out ya chair let take a seat +Let's eat sum raw shit +Fetuccini and steak and have some crawfish +You like the fish girl I can take you down to False River put you on a +Jet ski with a real nigga +I feel like I can get it wetter than u +(So wet) +I feel like I can treat her better than u (Lil better) +She give me green light specials +Green light specials +I feel like I can get it wetter than u +(So wet) +I feel like I can treat her better than u (Lil better) +She give me green light specials +Green light specials +She like to kiss me thru the phone when I'm on a road trip +(What up baby) +When I come home you the first thing I'm goin get +(I mean dat) +She do gymnastics on the dick +Even ride it from the back +Put yo head in the pillow toot it up I like that +(Yeeeaaahhh) +She like to tell me sweet things when I'm havin problems +I like to come and lean sneak up on her like a possum +Make her smile til her cheeks hurt +(That's my shawty) +I drive she got the .40 +Bonnie and clyde +I lie she go lie +When I cry she go cry +Love a nigga so much if I die she wanna die +I take her to the mall mayne I like to get her fly +Jump on the slab off one and a half and just ride +I kiss her on her stomach talk to her when I bang her +First she thought I was just a rap nigga now she see I'm gangsta +Green light special never red never yellow +Tell em baby girl +(Boosie ain't nobody better) +I feel like I can get it wetter than u +(So wet) +I feel like I can treat her better than u (Lil better) +She give me green light specials +Green light specials +I feel like I can get it wetter than u +(So wet) +I feel like I can treat her better than u (Lil better) +She give me green light specials +Green light specials +We vacay with what they make in a year +I just make a wish and he'll make it appear +I know how he want it so I just volunteer +Never sayin no I just make it disappear +Slidin right up in it slippery when wet +And his diamond always grippin still swhoopin just like a vet +Now he caught up like borettes +Got him cumin just like a jet +Sound just like drizzy sayin I'm the fuckin best +I'm the fuckin best yeah yeah I'm the fuckin best +But I hold ma nigga down no matter what the test +He know I'm a rider never gotta stress +Ain't thinkin bout no nigga cause ma nigga got me best +Green light special how you wanna do this? +I'm a cold bitch, sicker than that flu shit +We can ride it out you can straight canoe it +I'm a go all out I ain't nuthin to be fooled with +I feel like I can get it wetter than u +(So wet) +I feel like I can treat her better than u (Lil better) +She give me green light specials +Green light specials +I feel like I can get it wetter than u +(So wet) +I feel like I can treat her better than u (Lil better) +She give me green light specials +Green light specials2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Ground Zero (Remix)Back the hell off +Rock n roll Jesus with all my nails on +All I need is a blunt and a bail bond +And give these blind motherf*ckers something to feel on +Rollin like a motherf*cker put your wheels on +And let's roll down and heal till the heal gone +I started on the block but that something to build on +And how can I pray when I got nothing to kneel on +Hey +The ground is gone +Don't look now but the ground is gone +I'm so high that the ground is gone +And I don't even know which crowd I'm on +Don't look down but the ground is gone +Don't look down cause the ground is gone +Right now I'm a million miles from home +And I'm so high that the ground is gone +Son look up +Father just shook us +Never was around like bush is +War just came like Kane with bishop +Movies too different to act not used ta +Boys in the hood messed up +No blueprints they just do it +Then they get commercial shootin +Ruthless, live your T.I. or lose it +Stupid people like ya'll once knew 'em +Who da, new nigga is show and prove it +Never skateboard but I grinds in these Supras +Ya'll niggas foolin, for fame and the fortune +Super human, 430 flame horses +Ready to use it, L.A. to Jerusalem +Betty Bootin, my girls fake Hollywood tits +Couldn't fool 'em, I just pull up +And I hold her, yeah, and adjust, to the mood +Jump-Jump out a window +Let's-Let's-Let's jump off a building baby +Let's Jump-Jump out a window +Let's jump off a building baby +Jump-Jump out a window +Let's-Let's-Let's jump off a building baby +Let's Jump-Jump out a window +Let's jump off a building baby +Hey +The ground is gone +Don't look now but the ground is gone +I'm so high that the ground is gone +And I don't even know which crowd I'm on +Don't look down but the ground is gone +Don't look down cause the ground is gone +Right now I'm a million miles from home +And I'm so high that the ground is gone +I know a girl named Crystal her last name Paul +I look into her eyes and I can see it all +I see it when she cry, I'm there when she call +Cause I live inside of the mirror on the wall +Kill 'em all, die in the spirit of the war +Thinkin would a mind be in spiritual fall +My lyric will leave you in physical awe +Miserable, pitiful, ridicule, typical +Chemicals swimming through the inner tube +Get in you, that be the end of you +Times are beginnin new +F*ck what you done this about what I'm finna do +Motherf*ck a 9 to 5 +I rather do 10 to 2 +Motha f*cker pin a guy now I write a pinnacle +The government is saints and it's f*ckin identical +Kiss my ass, and suck my genitals, tabernacle, biatch! +Jump-Jump-Jump out a window +Let's-Let's-Let's jump off a building baby +Let's Jump-Jump out a window +Let's jump off a building baby +Hey +The ground is gone +Don't look now but the ground is gone +I'm so high that the ground is gone +And I don't even know which crowd I'm on +Don't look down but the ground is gone +Don't look down cause the ground is gone +Right now I'm a million miles from home +And I'm so high that the ground is gone +Let's-Let's-Let's jump off a building baby +Let's Jump-Jump out a window-window +Let's jump off a building babyyy1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Father Stretch My Hands (Demo)[Intro: Pastor T.L. Barrett / Choir, Kanye West] +You're the only power (Power) +You're the only power that can +You're the only power (Power) +You're the only power that can +Ohh, ohh, ohh, father +I told, I told, ayy-ayy, I told you +[Pre-Chorus: Kid Cudi, Pastor T.L. Barrett / Choir] +Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe +Who can I turn to? +Nothin' unwanted +After all, who can I turn to? +Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe +If I don't turn to you +Nothin' unwanted +No other help I know, I stretch my hands +[Chorus: Kanye West, Pastor T.L. Barrett / Choir] +I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na +Who can I turn to? +I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na +After all, who can I turn to? +If I ever instigated, I am sorry +If I don't turn to you +Tell me who in here could relate, I-I-I +No other help I know, I stretch my hands +[Verse 1: Kanye West, Kelly Price] +Now, if I fuck this model +And she just bleached her asshole +And I get bleach on my T-shirt +I'ma feel like an asshole +I got one when I met her +Dun-uh, know when I met her +I just feel a lot better +I just feel so much better +I ain't even gonna talk about it +I ain't even gonna talk about it +I ain't even gon' say nothin' +I ain't even gon' play one thing +But her mom will say one thing, [?] +Remind me where I know you from +Remind me where [?] +Some [?] +I wanna wake up with you in my... +[Pre-Chorus: Kid Cudi, Pastor T.L. Barrett / Choir, Kelly Price] +Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe +Beautiful mornin' +Nothin' unwanted +After all, who can I turn to? +Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe +Beautiful mornin' +Nothin' unwanted +No other help I know +[Chorus: Kanye West, Pastor T.L. Barrett / Choir] +I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na +Who can I turn to? +I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na +After all, who can I turn to? +If I ever instigated, I am sorry +If I don't turn to you +Tell me who in here could relate, I-I-I +No other help I know, I stretch my hands +[Bridge: Kanye West] +If I need ya, uh, God damn +Old bitch, it's a blue Lamby +What you need, uh, round you it's a plenty women +*beatboxing* +[Verse 2: Kanye West] +Fuck it though, here's a FYI +Fuck you this evening, at Southside +Wait a minute, don't leave +By, the way, how your family, forgot +I don't give a fuck about your family or not +Back it up, back it up, oh oh +Back it up, back it up, oh oh +Back it up, back it up, oh oh +Back it up, I'm, I'm +[Outro: Kid Cudi] +Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe +Nothin' unwanted +Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe +Nothin' unwanted + +Pussy So Good[Intro] +That pussy so good, so good, so good +A nigga so hood, so hood +[Verse 1] +She like that 50 snatch, that Erykah Badu +Duke, that pussy having niggas saying, “I do” +You know that 50 snatch +That have me throwing bottles at you +Fuck around, I throw them hollows at you +She doin’ it like I like it ‘cause I taught her, I taught her +I keep her on some fly shit, I spoilt her, I oughta +That’s my kinda bitch, I gotta do [?] +[?] her pussy fit me like a [?] +Snap, we break up then come back +Addicted to fellatio, her head game crack +Ooh, I mean it’s all that +No gag reflection, let me push it to the back +Deep throat, that’s why I think she so dope +A nigga fuck with my hoe, a nigga get smoked +[?] them hearts go around my head +Ya dig? You fuck with my hoe, nigga, you dead +[Hook] +That pussy so good, so good +A nigga so hood, so hood +Nigga, you ain’t lyin’ +I’m so good, so good, so good +A nigga so hood, so hood +[Verse 2] +I say shit to make a hoe feel good, that ain’t shit to me +I’ll be all fucked I’ll let them get to me +I think I really loved her in another life +I want the bread, nigga, you wanna fuck her, right? +I’m pimpin’, look nigga, I’m pimpin’ +Ridin’ in a Rolls, no cane, no spokes +This new girl gon’ make a nigga rich +[?] go on and show ‘em who you with +With that Magnum, you strapped, maybe suck a dick +These bitches fuckin’ for free on some other shit +This is just alternative life +I mean, he’s fuckin’ him, and she’s her wife +They hate it when they see us with ice +I mean wearing designer threads, everything nice +Push that Gucci down to the socks +Rand and watch filled with rocks, watch +[Hook] +That pussy so good, so good +A nigga so hood, so hood +Nigga, you ain’t lyin’ +I’m so good, so good, so good +A nigga so hood, so hood +[Verse 3] +Hold up, I started to see shit I couldn’t see +That mean she eat more pussy than me +That hoe a faggot, she suck dick for the bills +But when she get to lickedy lickin' she got skills +[?] emotions and shit, that’s for suckers +We-some, three-some, having motherfuckers +[?] lovin’ bitches, we be both lovin’ bitches +I thought the dime would pop the bitch off +She want a double bag from me, drop the bitch off +Hey, the more the merrier, the friends come in +Like the ends come in, and the Bentley front in +I’m shinin’, I’m gold, I’m on roll, the [?] +[?] the more they see me fall +Baby, come over, I got the Effen and the hookah +We can get right tonight, I’m hittin' that pipe tonight +[Hook] +That pussy so good, so good +A nigga so hood, so hood +Nigga, you ain’t lyin’ +I’m so good, so good, so good +A nigga so hood, so hoodEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +GoonsdayYeah. William cutting, check it +There's three stages of Free Masons +Green papers written in diseased hatred +Be patient, wait for the egyptian translation +David and Goliath at war, achieve greatness +Seen agents with biological agents in briefcases +Holy shit homie, this ain't what the prophecies of the Bible said +Leviathan, a cross between lucifer and a scientist +Sitting in a pentagram, octagon +Reading from the necronomicon with octomom +?fuck the fembot that shot Oscar Goldman +My operation costs six billion +Goddamnit you should've told them who I am +Ill Bill, goonsday, it's doomsday +The Forty-deuce black hebrew goonface, my tool spray +It takes forty-two muscles to frown +And only four to click the trigger of a four-pound +I'm falling down +My bullets'll melt your face like the end of Raiders +Pop your fucking cranium open like a baked potatoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Things Done Changed[Chorus] +Back in the day +Things done changed on this side +Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? (Uh) +Back in the day +Things done changed on this side +Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? +Back in the day +Things done changed on this side (Yeah) +Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? +Back in the day +Things done changed on this side (Yeah) +Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? +[Verse 1] +Remember back in the days when niggas had waves +Cazal shades and corn braids? +Pitching pennies, honeys had the high-top jellies +Shooting skelly, motherfuckers was all friendly +Lounging at the barbecues, drinking brews +With the neighborhood crews hanging on the avenues +Turn your pages to 1993 +Niggas is getting smoked, G, believe me +Talk slick, you get your neck slit quick +'Cause real street niggas ain't having that shit +Totin' TECs for rep +Smoking blunts in the project hallways +Shooting dice all day +Waitin' for niggas to step up on some fightin' shit +We get hype and shit and start lightin' shit +So step away with your fistfight ways +Motherfucker, this ain't back in the days +But you don't hear me though +[Chorus] +Back in the day +Things done changed on this side +Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? +Back in the day +Things done changed on this side +Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? +Back in the day +Things done changed on this side +Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? +Back in the day +Things done changed on this side +Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? +[Verse 2] +No more coco-levio one, two, three +One, two, three, all it is to me is a mystery +I hear you motherfuckers talk about it +But I stay seeing bodies with the motherfuckin' chalk around it +And I'm down with the shit, too +For the stupid motherfuckers want to try to use Kung-Fu +Instead of a MAC-10, he tried scrappin' +Slugs in his back and that's what the fuck happens +When you sleep on the street +Little motherfuckers with heat wanna leave a nigga six feet deep +And we coming to the wake +To make sure the crying and commotion ain't a motherfucking fake +Back in the days our parents used to take care of us +Look at 'em now, they even fuckin' scared of us +Calling the city for help because they can't maintain +Damn, shit done changed +[Chorus] +Back in the day +Things done changed on this side +Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? +Back in the day +Things done changed on this side +Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? +Back in the day +Things done changed on this side +Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? +Back in the day +Things done changed on this side +Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? +[Verse 3] +If I wasn't in the rap game +I'd probably have a ki, knee-deep in the crack game +Because the streets is a short stop +Either you're slingin' crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot +Shit, it's hard being young from the slums +Eatin' five cent gums, not knowing where your meal's coming from +And now the shit's getting crazier and major +Kids younger than me, they got the Sky brand pagers +Goin' out of town, blowing up +Six months later, all the dead bodies showing up +It make me wanna grab the nine and the shotty +But I gotta go identify the body +Damn, what happened to the summertime cookouts? +Every time I turn around, a nigga gettin' took out +Shit, my mama got cancer in her breast +Don't ask me why I'm motherfucking stressed, things done changed +[Chorus] +Back in the day +Things done changed on this side +Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? +Back in the day +Things done changed on this side +Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? +Back in the day +Things done changed on this side +Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? +Back in the day +Things done changed on this side +Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? +[Outro] +Back in the day +Things done changed on this side +Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? +Back in the day +Things done changed on this side +Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? +Back in the day +Things done changed on this side +Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? +Back in the day +Things done changed on this side +Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Closed on Sunday[Chorus] +Closed on Sunday, you're my Chick-fil-A +Closed on Sunday, you my Chick-fil-A +Hold the selfies, put the 'Gram away +Get your family, y'all hold hands and pray +When you got daughters, always keep 'em safe +Watch out for vipers, don't let them indoctrinate +Closed on Sunday, you my Chick-fil-A +You're my number one, with the lemonade +Raise our sons, train them in the faith +Through temptations, make sure they're wide awake +Follow Jesus, listen and obey +No more livin' for the culture, we nobody's slave +[Verse] +Stand up for my home +Even if I take this walk alone +I bow down to the King upon the throne +My life is His, I'm no longer my own +I pray to God that He'll strengthen my hand +They will think twice steppin' onto my land +I draw the line, it's written in the sand +Try me and you will see that I ain't playin' +Now, back up off my family, move your hands +I got my weapons in the spirit's land +I, Jezebel don't even stand a chance +Jezebel don't even stand a chance +[Outro: A$AP Bari] +Chick-fil-A + +Cutmaster C Shit[Intro] +New York City (New York City), you are now rackin' with 50 Cent (with 50 Cent) +Are you ready? (are you ready?) (*gun cocks*) I said are you ready? (are you ready?) +See you with me nigga? (with me nigga) Drop that! (drop that) +Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop +[Verse 1] +G-UNIT! Somethin' new, somethin' new +I'm not that nigga, in your video +I'm not a trick, I don't love the hoes +And niggas know I be, on the low +But I miss my dough, and I twist my dro +I'm not that nigga, that you think you know +I walk around with a big four four +You front on me, I'm gonna get at you dog +I be right at your crib, waitin' at your door +(What up 50) +[Verse 2] +Comin' up I ain't had much, I wanted a lot +I had paper for a hooptie, but I wanted a drop +So you know, I had to make somethin' out of nothin' (Yeah) +Like turn an empty spot, into a crack spot pumpin' (woo) +Hustle hard at 19, I bought a Benz I did +The older niggas really wasn't feelin' the kid +Tried to find out where I lived, so they could run in my crib +But you can't hustle a hustler, I peeped it and slid +Back then niggas used to call me boo +In 6 months, I sold a million gold tops on got brew +Country came around, ease it and clappin' then +Country left, strange shit started happenin' +Like C shot Ra for some ends, Ra shot Dro for some chins +Cory shot Drew, and we was friends +Money turns boys into men +The cycle never changes, shit just starts again +[Verse 3] +Nah nigga, ain't nothin' change nigga +Yeah I've been gone for a minute, but I'm back +Damn 50 good to see you back in the hood +You see my cherry red SL, nigga I'm doin' good +Sometime I can't find the words to say how I feel +So I take a quote from Menace, "look at the wheels" +I'm addicted to stuntin', now that I'm holdin' somethin' +I got a trunk full of guns, from VA today +(oh yeah, let me hold somethin') +Nigga you high or somethin' +I don't play games, I'm about my money, nigga buy somethin' +I got a few fifths, I got a few nines +Here nigga, take one, catch it took, and bring me mine +[Outro - 50 Cent talking] +Yeah, don't ever say I don't do nothin' for you nigga +You know, uh, don't say I don't look out for ya +Ya know what I mean, but make sure you nigga, you go catch some jokes +And you come back, nigga have 'em, and have my paper for that thang thang +You know what I'm sayin'? Say I don't want it back, nigga don't try to use it +And don't get it back for me, nigga and no shit like that +In fact, I can see ya'll niggas now +Run around sayin', 50 gettin' all this rap money, and he won't help us (haha) +Sit tight nigga I'm comin' +You know, new shit, all this shit I put out on the mixtapes +Is for the mixtapes, I got a million, OH MY GOD! +My shit is so hot right now, I'm in a zoneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Frank’s Track[Verse: Frank Ocean] +The rings all ringed out +Burn out, cave in +Blackened to dark out +I'm mixed now, fleshed out +There's light with no heat +We cooled out, it's cool out +Life is precious +We found out, we found out +We found out + +Grindin[Intro: Lil Baby] +I got Yogii with me +I got Marlo with me +I got Yogii with me +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I been workin' hard, I been grindin' +Fuckin' up my profit on these diamonds +My new watch say perfect timing +I had to found it and I found it +I just upgraded my bitch, bought her designer +In the hood you tryna find us +Me and my niggas we be ballin' +We gon' go get it regardless +[Verse 1: Lil Baby] +I been in the trenches, I been grindin' tryna get it +Tryna run me up a ticket +Staying on my ten, I ain't got time for you bitches +I been ballin' hard ain't gon' fall off my pivot +I don't play around with these niggas, don't waste time with these niggas +I need mine and I need it for sure +4PF I'm ridin' for them niggas, I'll die for them niggas +Every time you see me throwin' up fours +Sometimes I be tired, I be sleepin' +I ain't gon' lie, I'm an addict +I can't help it, I be pourin' up fours +I just got 'em in, got 'em gone +Got it all off a phone +I think it's time for us to get a new load +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I been workin' hard, I been grindin' +Fuckin' up my profit on these diamonds +My new watch say perfect timing +I had to found it and I found it +I just upgraded my bitch, bought her designer +In the hood you tryna find us +Me and my niggas we be ballin' +We gon' go get it regardless +[Verse 2: Marlo] +I just killed a couple niggas 'cause they tried me +Playin' with the marbles like fire +They call me lil Marlo, not The Wire +When I get 'em in I supply ya +I just flood the whole block, man you know I had to get it +Tryna run me up a ticket +The bitch bad and she with it +So you know I had to hit it +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I been workin' hard, I been grindin' +Fuckin' up my profit on these diamonds +My new watch say perfect timing +I had to found it and I found it +I just upgraded my bitch, bought her designer +In the hood you tryna find us +Me and my niggas we be ballin' +We gon' go get it regardless +[Verse 3: Yogii] +Shit, now I been gettin' this paper for a minute now +I'm tryna put gangsters in the position now +And I been kickin' flavor so consistent +I know that Lil Baby and Marlo with me, don't start Lil Trippy +Gotta keep that burner on me +I tried to turn some niggas up, they end up turnin' on me +And I don't need a bitch around me she don't serve a purpose +Them niggas fuckin' with you but I heard you're workin' +Woo, you're walkin' dead +I turned myself into a boss instead +My biggest struggle is tryna fit a quarter mill in my barber bag +Might hit your bitch and don't call her back, huh +I been workin' like I want all the cash +[Chorus: Lil Baby] +I been workin' hard, I been grindin' +Fuckin' up my profit on these diamonds +My new watch say perfect timing +I had to found it and I found it +I just upgraded my bitch, bought her designer +In the hood you tryna find us +Me and my niggas we be ballin' +We gon' go get it regardlessEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Miami ViceChorus +The worst day on my night +We drank we had fun +Lil wayne shouts +We shinin +Currency shot +Am shoppin for the got them show +Wayne +Am living for the night,with my galfriend +Currency +Am shoppin for got damn show +Wayne +Im shoppin 4 da night +4 da night *4 +WAYNE VERSE 1 +Am checkin ivp +Rdv +2+3,w kg 213EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Pussy Pop[Method Man] +It's the Meth in the house! Ha, yeah, break it down +[Xzibit] +When it's all said in done, we gon' be on top +Cause we don't stop, now, lock it down, hit the spot +And clown; Niggas relyin on special effects +While the khakis and chronic, got the bitches still breakin they neck +Move the crowd without breakin a sweat +Trend setter, with a Beretta, so keep it on deck +Cause you never know when Xzibit gonna move through the set +Don't be scared, just be prepared and quiet as kept +At a night club, talkin bout you don't go out +And you tryin to got to school and make a certain amount +But the last part, I just couldn't figure it out +I guess its real hard to talk with a dick in your mouth +Lightweight, like confetti, steadily tested by motherfuckers who ain't ready +To deal with the legendary +Soopafly, emcee, and bullett logo +Shot callers, clear the whole block like we po-po +[Chorus: Method Man] +Round and round we go, it don't stop +Till we all get dough, c'mon, make it hot +Baby girl to the pussy pop, pussy pop +Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop, pop! +Lookin good with your stink-ass +Type of ass make a nigga pull it over fast +Make it hot, baby girl to pussy pop, pussy pop +Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop pop! +[Jayo Felony] +Well, you gotta pop the pussy, get rid of the next with a name on your gums +It's the ?Bidulo Gang? bitch, we both want some +You got titties and ass +But I got a dick and some cash +You ain't talkin bout shit +Then I'ma smash, bitch +On three, on me, bitch, you my property +Daddy Jayo Felony, ain't nobody stoppin me +And I said daddy, bitch thats what you gon' call me +I ain't no simp or a wimp +I'ma motherfuckin pimp +Tear spots in my hoes, make they high-heels fall off +You got me ? the fuck-up, if you think I'm goin soft +On ya; I'm hard on my hoes that's how it goes +Bitch, get up off your toes, and get my six-four +? My name, you bounced, so you might as well break bread +And only Dulo niggas know, whats the head +My name is Billy Loco and this is my opinion +I'm coming from SD, and Dulo is my religion +Be-b-b-b- atch! +[Chorus] +[Xzibit] +I don't save or pray, or ? clothes +All I really wanna do is win the game, fuck hoes! +In Jamaica, at the Half Moon Villa, with a killa +And a cocain dealer, layin low from the law +See it all comes down to who's quick to draw first +Pay attention, prevention, ridin off in a hearse +Mister X to the you know me +Thousand-dollar bitches wanna pop the pussy for free +The disfunctional member of the Alkoholik family tree +Frequently bang bitches, Wu-Tang, Killer Bee +Hennessey on the rocks, with Pina Coloda +At the Ramada, make you work hard like Donna +For the cheese, got you down on your hands and knees +After that we kick back and burn up some trees +Mad shout, cause Xzibit's not the type to be treatin +I'm an Alkoholic and I'm late for my meeting +(Come on, Like that!) +[Chorus] + +Skunk Fu![Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] +Yo +Skunk Fu, balancing the earths and the heavens +With an old wise panda and a whole pack of bredrins +Rabbit, fox, pig, snake and killer bees +Duck, crane, tiger fighting off ninja monkeys +And baboon, that evil dragon won't prevail +Over young skunk skills and that old stink-tail +Defender of the valley from the dragon in the lake +Use your mind, body and soul to fly as you levitate +The Yin, the Yang, the shadowboxing technique +Then monkey flip, tiger-style train of defeat +Disappear with the teleportation in the trees +This is kung fu mastered by infinite degrees +With an army of the animals created by God +Supernatural, believe in the sun, moon and stars +Lead the resistance, not just do as they thinkers +If you smell something funny, that Skunk's letting off stinkers +[Chorus: Shawn Wiggs] +Skunk Fu! Rocking that Fu Manchu +Learning how to defend like the rest of his crew +Slap a ninja monkey, learn all types of techniques +Swing that old stink-tail and watch how it reeks +[Verse 2: Cilvaringz] +Yo Ghost, welcome to the Spartan war room +Where the killer bees sleep till it's time for the swarming +We skirmish, skunk's like the monks +Of the Shaolin temple who fight, never run +It's fire, water, stone rocks and earth +Five elements deep like the ox and the bird (you heard) +Banana swing, flame swords and darts +But make sure the kid stay good in the heart +And if by any chance things get adrift +(Surprise!) Dropped at the whiff +Of a stink, I'm fighting, six ninja monkeys is easy +Ask the fox if you do not believe me +Defeat me? You wilding, resistance +We fight old baboon and the dragon, so listen +To master, the panda, his grammar is kung fu and tongue fu +The way he swing daggers? He loves you +[Chorus] + +Stick to the Code / Money Reload*Lyrics from Snippets +[Verse] +... +[?] toast, go +Whoa! +All of my money reload +I swear my money don't fold +I swear these niggas too old (Yeah) +I swear these niggas too bold +I got my choppa, it's loaded +You know I stick to the code +I paid four racks for this coat (Yeah) +I had to go get the dough +I'm the one give them boys hope +Hahahahaha, yeah +Woke up with hundreds, right with your bitch +I got baguettes all on my wrist +I got [?] +...1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Walk On[Intro: sample (Method Man)] +"Walk on" (yeah, yeah, yeah) +[Verse 1: Method Man] +It's Meth, back on that old shit +Pick my ho's with the same finger I pick my nose with +These flows get, hotter than most chicks, get the picture +I'm focused, got nothing but cock for cock-roaches, bitch, I'm gone before you noticed +Ducking these coppers, try'nna make the coldest +Spot you with the bricks and the baking sodas +Me and my soldier, we taking over, taking payola +From all these stations and record labels, they killing culture, tell 'em niggas +"Walk on" +[Verse 2: Redman] +Yo, I blow ya minds, like Kurt Cobain +My block is hot like Lil' Wayne, I'll pop ya little chain +I'm ready, hip hop is not gon' be the same +Like the Roc and Dame, I'll dot the little change +Nigga, I ain't scared, boy, yes sir +If I wasn't a beast, you niggas wouldn't whisper +I'm like, y'all can fuck y'all self, I'm getting paid daily +Plus keepin' it real, keep you broke, can't tell me, nigga "Walk on" +[Verse 3: Method Man] +Huh, now go say that I don't quiver, and any chick +Caught with dirt under her nail's a gold digger +Yeah, I tell the people, like I told RZA +Man, I got Meth and on the day that I don't, I'll let you know, nigga +Nah, no carbon copies, they ain't got me, but they can watch me +Jewels jingling, middle finger at paparazzi +Not too cocky, but still, ain't too many niggas can top me +So bounce you foes and pull ya shoes up, nigga "Walk on" +[Verse 4: Redman] +Don't even blink, think fast, make the right move +Got a gun on ya, like Pinky had on Ice Cube +I don't play, homey, I got my stripes, too +I'mma sky high-a-trist, I smoke in a flight suit, nigga +Recognize, like Sam Sneed'll "back down" +You sick and tired of wack niggas, then act now +I show you how it's done, nigga, Gilla House +Give you a whole clip, turn your ruby glitter out, nigga "Walk on" +[Verse 5: Method Man] +And beat ya feet up, I'm sick with these dice, so put ya g's up +Then back a lighter tree, about to get the energy up +I milk like double D cup, plus, I air it out just like a sneaker +Will win, and then "key" your car like Alicia +Yup, my Meth is off the meter, more Yankee caps than Derek Jeter +Try'nna catch me a diva, then I'mma catch and meet ya +Might spill a thong, but still a don, still got +Love, for my baby moms, we just don't get along, hold the fuck on "Walk on" +[Verse 6: Redman] +Allow me to reintroduce -- nah, I don't need it +If you ain't got it since '92, nigga, beat it +Hop in the 4 of ya 7, black two-seater +Pull out a hammer, big as a vacuum cleaner +Nigga, I roll heavy, bitch, I roll steady +Get that dough Reggie, me fall off, really? +You better ask who the best rapper in ya hood +And when you mimick me, muthafucka, do it good, nigga "Walk on" + +Lex Diamond Story OutroSome still say Lex is a powerful man +He is still one of the most influential gangsters of all time +With a story so vivid and a mind so powerful +Who said gangsters couldn't be governors +And governors couldn't be gangsters +I know he's still around and we all have a little Lex in us +But until then, he will always be, the official Lex Diamond +We love you Lex +Lately you seem all corrupt +I've had enough and you forced me to hide under covers +Drove me to arms of another + +Feeling Good[Verse 1] +Birds flying high, you know how I feel +Sun in the sky, you know how I feel +Breeze drifting on by, you know how I feel +It's a new dawn, it's a new day +It's a new life for me, yeah +It's a new dawn, it's a new day +It's a new life for me +And I'm feeling good +[Verse 2] +Fish in the sea, you know how I feel +River running free, you know how I feel +Blossom on the tree, you know how I feel +It's a new dawn, it's a new day +It's a new life for me +And I'm feeling good +[Verse 3] +Dragonfly out in the sun, you know what I mean +Don't ya know +Butterflies having fun,, you know what I mean +Sleep in peace when day is done, that's what I mean +And this hold world is a new world +And a bold world for me +[Verse 4] +Stars when you shine, you know how I feel +Scent of a pine, you know how I feel +Oh, freedom is mine and I know how I feel +It's a new dawn, it's a new day +It's a new life for me +[Scatting] +I'm feeling good + +It’s Alright (Remix)[Intro] +This a classic, just add this to the rest of them +[Chorus: Mase, (Kanye West) & John Legend] +See, I know what y'all like (Yeah) +That's why it's gon' be alright (Turn me up) +Every day and all night +Mase is back, it's gon' be alright +(If y'all could feel how my face felt, you would know how Ma$e felt) +See I know what y'all like +That's why it's gon' be alright (Come on, I hear John Legend) +Every day and all night +Mase is back, it's gon' be alright +Ooh +Holla back, it's gon' be alright +For real, it's gon' be alright +Mase is back, it's gon' be alright +[Verse 1: Kanye West] +Mase said come on, Mike said shamone +Let's start it up early like Raven Symone +Keisha Knight Pull, Emanuel +I dropped out of school with no manual +Nothing handed at all, but did I complain +Every time magazines tried to taint mine name +But y'all can't hold me down like restraint +I took the "t" up out the word can't +Around the same time Nas said I can +Bush was sending our fam' to Iran +I'm in the club with Henny, ass in my other hand +Lord, please forgive me I'm just a man +Right now I'm trying to make some adjustments +'Fore they do me like they did Janet adjusting them +Me and my cousin them, trying to rap like Busta and them +And my clothes was busted and bummy +But I ain't never ever accept no money +From these so-called sponsors +They was in Benzs, I was in Hondas +Now I'm wondering where they all at like a nonda +Hmm, that's something to ponder +The money y'all make on this one's for Donda +That's West to you +You the next, I can't hold my breath for you +What you need to do is turn it some decibels +And put some more zeros in front of that decimal, nigga! +[Chorus: Mase] +See, I know what y'all like +That's why it's gon' be alright +Every day and all night +Mase is back, it's gon' be alright +See, I know what y'all like +That's why it's gon' be alright +Every day and all night +Mase is back, it's gon' be alright +Holla back, it's gon' be alright +For real, it's gon' be alright +Mase is back, it's gon' be alright +[Verse 2: Ma$e] +Arm froze and all, Dom Rose and all +Maserati, Bugatti, the roads and all +Different color Louis open toes and all +I tried to tell the chicks don't expose it all +Country dude's mouth full of golds and all +Bay area chicks, cornrows and all +I do it right, I do my wife, I leave the hoes to y'all +Close the boutique, I might close the mall +I jerk my [?] in Turks and Caicos +I wave the Rollie you wave the Seiko +Need I say more, more diamonds than LisaRaye +I'm no replica, I am the DNA +Breeze through leave you like the hurricane +Somebody get killed the whole borough blamed +M-A dollar what a thorough name +No matter who come through I'm forever the king +I should've never left the game its what a kiddie say +Still, chicks throwing me up like newlyweds +I'm grown and sexy done with groupie head +In the milk-white Phantom, the seats are ruby red +You hear the rumor listen to the facts +I drive my cars in pairs like pity pat +When I drop the track it feel like Biggie back +The game is country I came to bring the city +I came, I came to bring the city back +[Chorus: Mase] +See, I know what y'all like +That's why it's gon' be alright +Every day and all night +Mase is back, it's gon' be alright +See, I know what y'all like +That's why it's gon' be alright +Every day and all night +Mase is back, it's gon' be alright +Holla back, it's gon' be alright +For real, it's gon' be alright +Mase is back, it's gon' be alright +[Outro: Mase] +For real, put your hands up +G.O.O.D. Music, put your hands up +Bad Boy, put your hands up +Roc-A-Fella, put your hands up +Chi-Town, put your hands up +NY, put your hands up +Miami, put your hands up +Texas, put your hands up +Tennessee, put your hands up +London, put your hands up +Japan, put your hands up +All around the world, all around the world +LA, put your hands up +ATL, put your hands up +Man, this gon' be... + +Hold the Heater[Intro: RZA] +Windshield, rappers are like gnats +They're gettin' splattered 'pon the windshield +Fallin' down like London Bridge, my blade split your onion head +Axe that like Paul Bunyan, Meth prefers the gun instead +Bong bong, put a hole inside your head +[Hook] +We keep it rugged +We keep it rough +We keep it real +We keep it raw +We keep it rugged +We keep it rough +We keep it real +We keep it raw +[Verse 1: Cappadonna] +How come the streets don't want me to live? +Plus my niggas keep tellin' me fibs +But the devil done poisoned my wiz +I'm doin' this for my family and kids +I'm tryna be wealthy, take my time right and stay healthy +Said it before but I don't think nobody felt me +Yo tried to understand this hand that this life dealt me +I'm on the verge of a whole new makeover +My fake friends, they can take it like a takeover +I'm ready to eat, I'm ready to grip it +Got enemies everywhere, I got chicks that's wicked +Sick shit, niggas doin' wicked ass wig shit +Bid shit, tellin' jakes that I had the biscuit +Niggas be wantin' my leftovers +I'm like a general that died and lost some of his best soldiers +I burn holsters and I kill that dirt religion +Murk that pigeon and I shoot the television +[Verse 2: U-God] +Got that trey pound on you, run down on you +Hard-boiled nigga, Clan top soil +My fam straight royal, I'ma die loyal +When them shooters come for you, better throw your flag 'em +I'm pure gun oil, let 'em see that hand cannon +Foundation strong, never ride a bandwagon +Andrew Jacksons, hand-to-hand transaction +Cops jumped out, caught him with his pants saggin' +Criminal individuals up in here +Wild like the theme park ride called The Buccaneer +Weed in the Tupperware, throw you off the upper tiers +Suweeee, I got all my niggas up in here +[Hook] +We keep it rugged +We keep it rough +We keep it real +We keep it raw +We keep it rugged +We keep it rough +We keep it real +We keep it raw +[Bridge: RZA] +Imagine the sound of your face scrapin' up against the gate +Of a barbed wire fence, this is barbed iron fist +Heartthrob, iron dick, hoes slob the knob quick +This is odd, so throw it in your iPod quick +[Verse 3: GZA] +Lifeless activity, constant movement +Buyin' elasticity, such improvement +Sword held to where it collapses inward +Spillin' rhymes if it's Shaolin vineyards +RZA had a mixture, then he added sound to the picture +Co-author rewrote the scripture +Math worked from birth, doubled the net worth +Amplified in the time machine of early Earth +A two-way radio, simple yet complex +Receivers, transmitters, interest to contacts +The emergence of the earliest atoms +Transform to a level extremely hard to fathom +Same soup, different bowl, Wu ceramics +Same group on them large-scale dynamics +A wave triggered the burst, glass was shattered +Galactic matter served on a graphic platter +[Hook] +We keep it rugged +We keep it rough +We keep it real +We keep it raw +We keep it rugged +We keep it rough +We keep it real +We keep it raw +[Verse 4: Method Man] +Overachiever, power hungry overeater +I95, whip fly like an overseer +I'm overconfident but some might say I'm overeager +Or overzealous, especially when it's over cheeba +I got a soldier's features, I rock the coldest sneakers +My sneakers' so cold, can't wear 'em 'less you hold the heater +Can't push me over either, that go for dojas +I ain't got no love for posers neither, keep my composure +I'm focused, tryna roll the reefer, let's turn it up +Forget the cope, I'm tryna blow the speaker, that's all he wrote +One verse could turn your soul to ether +It's time you gave me my respects just like the old Aretha +Mr. Meeeth +[Hook] +We keep it rugged +We keep it rough +We keep it real +We keep it raw +We keep it rugged +We keep it rough +We keep it real +We keep it raw +[Spoken Words]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Blunt Ashes[Intro] +Yo, I wonder if Langston Hughes and Alex Haley +Got blazed before they told stories +I'ma get blazed before I tell y'all stories +I saw on TV today, this man lost his son, his son died +So he had him cremated +Took his ashes and then made it to a diamond ring +Now he watches his son shine everyday +I just thought about that +While I sit here ashing in this ashtray, yeah +[Verse 1] +The making of a mad band, intricate stories of DeVante Swing +Ava Gardner, the crashin' of James Dean +Bobby Brown influenced by Rick James and it goes +Prince wanted Alexander O'Neal to be Morris Day or Jerome +But Alex was putting coke in his nose, nigga whylin' +Could be a myth, but I swear that the source was close +Phyllis Hyman killed herself, it was crazy +Mommy was bad they say +Donny Hathaway free-fall from a balcony, he swings +[Hook] +As the blunt ash falls into the ash tray +I could see my whole life fly past me +Did I? Did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy? +And will the money and fame outlast me? +The blunts ash falls down in the ashtray +Well, I see my whole life fly past me +I'm asking, did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy? +Did I? Anything else you wanna know, just ask me +[Verse 2] +Sam trusted Womack with his main lady +He tossing in the grave like, "This is how you repay me?!" +A change gon' come, wish you didn't trust me so much +Marvin said "No mountain's high enough," fly stuff +David Ruffin was punchin' Tammi Terrell +Gave her concussions +While the Funk Brothers was laying down the percussion +When Flo from the Surpremes died, Diana Ross cried +Many people said that she was laughin' inside +[Hook] +As the blunt ash falls into the ash tray +I could see my whole life fly past me +Did I? Did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy? +And will the money and fame outlast me? +The blunts ash falls down in the ashtray +Well, I see my whole life fly past me +I'm asking, did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy? +Did I? Anything else you wanna know, just ask me +[Verse 3] +John F. Kennedy's enemies dealt with treachery +It interests me. Judy Campbell in Gucci sandals +She's what a temptress be +The death of Ennis Cosby, what a mystery! +Or the Chicagoan Harold Washington +Someone is sabotaging 'em +Watch out for the traps +Larry Troutman killed his brother Roger Troutman +Then he killed himself, that's the end of Zapp +And I wouldn't change a thing, mistakes of the greats +This is what came from their pain +From their hurt we gain, an unfair exchange +[Hook] +As the blunt ash falls into the ash tray +I could see my whole life fly past me +Did I? Did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy? +And will the money and fame outlast me? +The blunts ash falls down in the ashtray +Well, I see my whole life fly past me +I'm asking, did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy? +Did I? Anything else you wanna know, just ask me +[Outro] +I could smell old Bogey cigars +Lauren Bacall perfumes, smelling just as sweet +Me and my wife K, flying in a drop-top +Like Ruby and Ossie Davis, baby – know what I mean? +Yo, man, I get smoked out, and start thinking 'bout +Hattie McDaniel got a Oscar +For playing Mammy in "Gone with the Wind" +And she didn't get allowed +Wasn't even allowed to go to the premier +Believe that? Couldn't go to premier to her joint +Man, you know they were strong back then, man +Blunt from my ashtray, nothing gon' to live past me, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Lawd Have Mercy[Intro] +South Baton Rouge this the baddest place in the whole wide world stand up y'all lawd have mercy... +Yah man remember the baddest place in the world South Baton Rouge lawd have mercy... Roosevelt Street Project Nigga (boosie badazz) +[Verse 1] +Fresh off the project step is Boosie +We went from shooting Uzis to shooting movies +Mr cogee man you can't take that from me (ah ah) +One shot for Ivy, he showed me how to save money +Walking to school with a tool and a bag of weed (fire) +Never knew that the feds would be after me (oh) +Casualty after casualty it's real +I hustle on the hill where walter got killed (woah) +Seen alot of shit man I did alot that's probably why it took so long for me to hit the top +Ask nuck I don't back down from shit +I was small as a bitch I ain't back down from wick +I slung eye with everytime grinding till I shine (let's get it) +Dickies and tee'z till I made my first fifty g'z So tell me why a pussy nigga hate on me we from the same hood South Baton Rouge +[Hook x2] +Can't knock my hustle +Lawd have mercy +Can't stop my shine +Yah man +Shoul ain't my friend +Lawd have mercy +Can't even look in ma eye (but u know one thang) +Yah man +[Verse 2] +Pick them out line them up like jeezy say +Niggas can't out hustle me on a freezy day +I need a duffle bag bitch like weezy say +Any nigga steal from me will steal off Jesus' plate +Hard times in the ghetto we was lost +No school no job me and Busta rob +Became a boss took losses couldn't cry nigga +Sucked it up told my main man double it up +When my label wouldn't drop my shit +Ain't get mad I went got them bricks +I had a Jacob like 50 cent +In '04 got my paper acts in me nigga +I get my grind on house 3 stairs had it for 2 years +Still ain't satisfied that's how scopio's is +Hot like hot fries Southside baptized bitch am a hustler you can see it in my eyes eyes +[Hook] +[Verse 3] +Guess what? next up is the haters +They test us but get ate like sweet potatoes +Heads bust niggas go running to the people +But swear to god that they thugging like it's legal +Wake up call every morning call my manager up T.Q +I need cash or your ass get bust and that my big brother +Save change 8 gallons already saved trust funds man my kids alreadyy paid +Still gamble shoot the 50 with my with my real niggas +Still scratching off the lotto tryna hit it big +So my hustle a mothafucka man you feel me man +Hustle cross the track call me Penny Wayne +Money stash to the side I got a load of it +Facing to gun charges I need more of it +Steady thuggin reppin my hood till I die +Kingpin of the Southside certified +[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Mic Check"CAN YOU HEAR ME?" += A hook to capture your attention +"YOUNG CARTER HOT WATER" += Young Carter is the producer and he's on fire with them hard beats +"I'M THE NEW WORLD ORDER" += I'm a sellout who signed with the illuminati for personal gain to brainwash the youth by making them value the wicked & desire the commodities that make my owners rich and greedy +"GO TO WAR LIKE PEARL HARBOR" += Go to war, demand the supply, buy the weapons we manufacture, and feed us with your blood +"WELCOME YALL 2 THE BARBER SHOP" += Welcome to the truth +"GET YOUR FUCKEN HEAD CHOPPED" += I tricked you, now get your fucken head chopped, your soul is mine +"TO HELL IS WHERE I'LL SEND A MAN" += I am Lucifer, worship me and make your children do the same +"LIKE A BOX OF RED HOTS" += Hot like fire +"I CALL MY BULLETS PATRON" += Bullets are fast like the marketing scheme they are pulling on you to buy Patron because your favorite rapper fucks with it +"CUZ THEY SAY HEAD SHOTS" += some mediocre shit to rhyme with Red Hots +"DANG I GOT ALL THESE ICE ON" += Ice is slang for diamonds. Check me out, I'm Lil Wayne, I got all these shiny chains and swag. Nigga you ain't gonna get no pussy with that basic swag. You need to buy all this ice, this bling bling. You need it! Say what? You can't afford it? Nigga you broke, if you don't buy all this you ain't shit. Be insecure +"HOW COME MY SLED STOPPED" += Why did my dream die? I sold my soul +"I'M LIKE AN AVALANCHE" += I keep falling for their tricks and the weak will fall for mine +"BETTER CALL AN AMBULANCE" += I fell and you're gonna fall because of me! Run! +"THE POCKETS OF MY PANTZ AND HANDZ" += Filler words. Wack eccentric word play +"CHEESE NO CAMERA MAN" += Cheese is another word for money, worship it +"PLZ NO MAN CAN STAND, IN THESE 7 AND A HALFS" += 7&1/2 is his shoe size, the info is online because shoe companies send him free gear so he can advertise for them. No one else can stand in his shoes because the illuminati only fucks with a few token mc puppets +"I STAND TALLER THAN GIRAFFES" += Giraffes can see further out, like real hip hop heads can see further out. We understand the rape and opression of Hip Hop. Lil Wayne thinks he's taller because he is the opressor, the illuminati +"SOMEONE GET THAT MAN A RAFT" += I know some of you stupid little brains already fell for my illusion +"HE'S DROWNING" += Drown suckers! +"DROWNING IN MY PARAGRAPHS" += You're such a fuckhead you don't even understand my negative influence on you +"FLY SHIT LIKE A PAROTS ASS" += Some clever SHIT to end with +"CAN YOU HEAR ME?" - Re stating the hook to make sure your attention was capturedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +I’m The Man[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Old money, new work +Lil coke on my gums like my tooth hurt +They from the red clay, I'm from that brown durt +I love my baby mama, and Grandaddy Purp +New shirt, new jeans +New Bent' cost a nigga two Beams +That's two hundred thousand +Nigga you don't know nothin' bout it +Got real niggas ridin', fuck around we bustin' out it +It's Weezy bitch, yeah it's Weezy ho +Ray Charles mama, I don't even see the dough +Show me the money, show me the dough +I'm low, I'm C.E.O +Got stacks on deck, got hard, got wet +A bad bitch with me, I'm hard, she wet +Got raw, got white, got weed, got syrup +Work! +[Hook: Shawty Lo] +Bitch I'm the man, I, I, I'm the man +Got no wife but the white be my girlfriend +Bitch I'm the man, I, I, I'm the man +I, I, I'm the man +I, I, I'm the man +Bitch I'm the man, I, I, I'm the man +Got no wife but the white be my girlfriend +Got no wife but the white be my girlfriend +Got no wife but the white be my girlfriend +[Verse 2: Shawty Lo] +The cars, the hoes, the life I chose +The ice is froze, my flow is cold +I'm hot for sho', you know it's Low +I been getting money way back in '94 +The base, my trap, and you know it be on fire +D4L ain't gettin' money? That's a motherfuckin' lie +I already got money, can't you look at me dummy? +I'm laced head to toe, look at the way your ho chosed +Bank roll unfold, I made it rain on them hoes +'04 four-door double-o on them hoes +Bubble kush I blow, leave the smell on your clothes +I'm gettin' money in the hood and they already know +Whoa! +[Hook: Shawty Lo] +Bitch I'm the man, I, I, I'm the man +Got no wife but the white be my girlfriend +Bitch I'm the man, I, I, I'm the man +I, I, I'm the man +I, I, I'm the man +Bitch I'm the man, I, I, I'm the man +Got no wife but the white be my girlfriend +Got no wife but the white be my girlfriend +Got no wife but the white be my girlfriendEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Heavy Hitters[Intro: Kanye West] +Heavy hitters fo' life +Heavy hitters fo' life +Mm, mm +Mm-mm +[Verse 1: Kanye West] +You rappers think I give a fuck about the way that they spit +Wanna be on my album, but don't want me on they shit +Everybody thought I was making a compilation +I was really making myself they compe-tation +Fresh off the plane from the All-Star game +Bone girls on TV, so it's All-Star trains +Just picture, man (Uh-huh), no snitchin', man (Uh-uh) +Something for the fiends fresh out the kitchen, man +Last 9/11, I was poor on the ave', 'til I pluraled my math +Now it's Porsche 911 and I'm flooring the gas (Errr!) +Got a lot of problems, money's one that I not have (No more, ugh) +Well, Dame look at how everybody changed +Tell Jay that I'm 'bout to change the game +Tell Biggs that we about to get paid +All my niggas is 'bout to have it made +This makes everything else sound played +"Goddamn, Kanye!" ("Kanye! Kanye!") +Now hold up! Ain't nobody messing with me, dog +Now, you say it! ("Ain't nobody messin' with you at all!") +I told dude, "You can't even rap on my interlude" +Now, does that make me as rude as Jude? +("When the album coming out?") Man, the people is asking +Yamamoto, Adidas, he's sick with the fashion +You already got dough, so you spit for the passion (Ugh) +The way you rhyme give me Tribe Called Quest‹ flashbacks +And let's not even bring up the tracks, man +Nope, nope, let's not do that, man +You eating up the game like Pac-Man +And got the whole world shaking just like crack fiends +[Hook: Kanye West] +Heavy hitters, fo' life (Woo!) +Roc-a-Fella is fo' life +Throw your diamonds up, throw your diamonds up +Throw your diamonds (Just let the beat ride out for a minute) +[Interlude: GLC & Kanye West] +Let's take it there, take it there, man +Champ 'posed to be, GLC +Can't be the champ, you ugly +GLC, where you at homie? +[Verse 2: GLC] +How many niggas you know that put their life on the line +To get signed? Did a few high crimes, almost had lights-out +After the sunshine, you thinking it might count +How could I might doubt? Just look at my account +I used to work at the mall with nothing at all +Seeing niggas that ball, that shit was depressing +Keep my clothes in the cleaners, I ain't with the pressing +When I copped them pounds, it was my best investments +Dre got shot (Aww) and that taught me a lesson +For stickin' niggas up in them robbery masses +Mask like Batman, minus the tight pants +Would hit your baby momma, but her elbows is ashy (Uh-uh) +Four different blues, man, your outfit is clashing (Ha!) +You ain't got no muscles, you weak, lame bastard (Haha) +Man, look at your haircut +Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, NAW, your hair sucks! +How many niggas you know is really heavy hitters? +'87 Go-Getters, two hoes like John Ritter +Even did it on his crime picture and yeah (Ugh, ugh, ugh) +And offers to sell and yell, ugh +[Hook: Kanye West] +Heavy hitters fo' life +Roc-A-Fella is fo' life +Throw your diamonds up, throw your diamonds up +Throw your diamonds + +Prada[Chorus 1] +One last night (One last night, yeah) +One more chance (One more chance, yeah) +One more, kiss (Kiss) +One last dance (One last dance) +I pray I don't miss (I pray I don't miss) +But I don't got a chance (I don't got a chance) +Got me in, bliss (Got me in bliss) +Got me in a trance +God damn +[Chorus 2] +I've been working every damn day +Getting to this money +Who I do it for my brothers +Yeah I do it for my mama now +I ain't with the drama but I'll hit you with the llama +Yeah I put that on my mama +Blood drippin' from my Prada +I've been working every damn day +Getting to this money +Who I do it for my brothers +Yeah I do it for my mama now +I ain't with the drama but I'll hit you with the llama +Yeah I put that on my mama +Blood drippin' from my Prada +[Chorus 1] +One last night (One last night, yeah) +One more chance (One more chance, yeah) +One more, kiss (Kiss) +One last dance (One last dance) +I pray I don't miss (I pray I don't miss) +But I don't got a chance (I don't got a chance) +Got me in, bliss (Got me in bliss) +Got me in a trance +God damn +[Chorus 2] +I've been working every damn day +Getting to this money +Who I do it for my brothers +Yeah I do it for my mama now +I ain't with the drama but I'll hit you with the llama +Yeah I put that on my mama +Blood drippin' from my Prada +I've been working every damn day +Getting to this money +Who I do it for my brothers +Yeah I do it for my mama now +I ain't with the drama but I'll hit you with the llama +Yeah I put that on my mama +Blood drippin' from my Prada11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Move Back[Intro: E-Snaps] +Aww, man, yeah, Lenox Ave. Boyz +Aww, man, come on, yea, yeah, yo +[E-Snaps] +You doin' what you doin', let's get it +Starvin' and you robbin', and you catch a nigga slippin', best get 'em +Hit 'em where the good Lord split him +Introduce myself, go booth yourself +In the far left lane, and I'm, hydro planed +And I'm, slingin' my 'caine, don't care how you feel +Checkin' out the truck, check the wheels +Wanna get fucked, bitch kneel, let me splash in your grill +Who but me? Muthafuckin' right, get it right +Papi of this motherfuckin' thing, truck tight +Rollin' with my niggas, we ain't lookin' for no fights +Now pop one in your head, that's all she said +It's time to get head in my Mercedes-Benz +Chipped up and I ain't even talkin' bout my jams +Clipped up, so any nigga frontin', gettin' banned +Give 'em all ten in his chin, I'm all in +[Hook 4X: Meeno] +Move back, move back, you can't fuck with me, huh +I'm from the clique called N.I.B +[Meeno] +Next up, I believe that's me +Meeno, get it right, no descrempancy +Always keep a weapon, see, run it ground +Worth of stones, nothin' less on me, why you stress on me +Niggas mad cause I stretch my D., ya'll dudes want my recipe? +Here's what ya'll do, hit the lab, write an album or two +Then I might let you sign my shoe, that's just how I do +Everybody sayin', boy too souped up +Nah, I'm just hot, plus Bentley Coup'd up +Who put, you too busy holdin' the stoupe up +Ya'll fault your broke, and not mine, stupe'a +I'm like Juve', I need it in my life +Got fifty birds flyin' in, later on tonight +Rock and I hustle, so I get paid twice +Life is a gamble boy, roll your dice +[Hook 4X] +[Tony Wink] +Who you know spit flows, get dough like I +In the L.A.B.'s, motherfucker, no lie +Hit the links I've seen, back in late '95 +Had to wait for two nine, rockin' and clickin' on both sides +Of course we gon' ride, ride over the competition +The real has arrived, ya'll bitch niggas is finished +All I gotta do is Nextel tag my lieutenant +Your whole click will get toe tagged tagged in two minutes +This to them fools thinkin' they gon' catch the God slippin' +I'm always on point and I'm always packin' my weapon +You see me in the club, believe me, I got the tech in +I slipped the DJ a guard, you slipped it in with the records +Either you love it or hate it, but bet you gon' respect it +Rainbow glow, when the lights hit off the necklace +I'm what you can't be, young, black, rich, and wreckless +It's the god free, and L.A.B.'s, one two, check it +[Hook 2X] +[Interlude: Jae Millz] +Remix! Huh, yeah, it's 101, what? +You know what it is when you hear that, Harlem +Fix ya face or smacked in it, Harlem +Harlem, right here, Harlem +You gon' stupid if you don't bounce to this man +You gonna only look like a hater, huh-huh +Lenox Ave. Boyz, what up, it's only right +They know what it is, man, remix +[Jae Millz] +Move back, its no touchin' me, I'm from that place called NYC +H Dub to the death, and I don't give a fuck what party it is +I'm still in the club wearin' sweats (hah) +Milk ears with the money colored check +Ill two step, blowin' dubs with the best +Live life, most hated, with my Lenox Ave. Boyz +Remix, Move Back, with Grease providing all the noise +Huh, your home boy game so raw +And I ain't even gotta say my name no more +Haters wanna give my name to the law +But punchin' and kickin', to kick us all, they can blame you for +Might catch me in the 'Lac with Snaps +Or lightin' sticky green 'dro, with Wink and Meeno +You from the hood and you ain't no coward, well me neither +And before you step on my sneaker, I really think you need to (move back, move +Back) +[Drag-On] +This your boy to the dash +Same nigga, no talkin', just result to the mass +I stab niggas, throw the hawk in the trash +Peroxide my bullets, give the burners a bath +Three fifty Z, burnin' the Ave +I'm old school, I still got the fiends burnin' the glass +I pull the pump off my waist, and dumb in your face +I'm a little bit too hard for the radios to play +I still can spit eighty miles an hour in a verse +And my Coupe go eighty miles an hour in reverse +I let my tool go, ya'll niggas just studio killas +Nigga, I'mma killa in the studio +I got guns that'll hollow a wall +Point it to your jaw, make you swallow it all +Ya'll niggas want hardcore? +What the fuck you think the R, and Full Surface and D-Block is for? +[Cardan] +They ask, who's that, that's P-Cardi +And what he in, what he in, he in a Fer-rari +You know I'm strapped, you know I'm strapped, I got the heat on me +And what I'm wearin', and what I'm wearin', a long Bigari +Thinkin' I'm Joe Clark, nigga, try to 'lean on me' +But if he is, like Biggie said, 'he gon' bleed' +Niggas ain't hard, niggas heart full of creatine +But go against that, green, I go against your, brain +And don't fuck with me and the kid, I've been a daddy all my life +No 'dro, we gon' blow that alley all day, say what +Act stupid, we gon' it crackin' here tonight +Greasin', Meen' on the front, with Snappy on my right +If rap don't work, nigga, we go to the kitchen +Those ain't hoes, so then you know we ain't pimpin' +I'm on, my toes, so nigga, no, I ain't slippin' +Too close, hold somethin', or now I know Cardy didn't +[Terra Blacks] +And if he know, what keep me little +Think you know, I think it later +See me, and my guns come to, just like a waiter +You up north, singin' just like Anita Baker +Make up your mind, then come and ready, feen to meet your maker +The man that laugh last, will surely laugh harder +Me have a gonna shut up and eat bars, and all of the prankster +With them and I for black gangster (huh, I'm from the clique called N.I.B.) +[Ol' Dirty Bastard] +But drunk, when he hop inside, in the club gettin' tired +Bitches scatter all around me, ready to excite it +All these kittens got me flea bitten, eatin' out my mitten +I'm comin' off top, my moves are unwritten +Now slitter to the snake, in the spring time wither +But strong on my own, Wu-Tang, I'm forever +Women desirin', jobs is hiring +Money admiring, never keep tiring +Rhymin' ain't nothin', the easiest job ever +And I'm doing mine, holdin' it together +While money quadruple, from playin' the cripple +Drinkin' from a titty nipple, sippin' on ripple +Blunt keep on flippin', from keep gettin' dippin' +The mic I'm rippin', the record skippin' +The pussy drippin', the wet got me slippin' +The bitch I'm strippin', I'm platinum shippin' +[Hook 4X] + +The World Is Yours (Live)[Spoken: Nas] +So I was talking about this music and uhh +To my man earlier, Green Lantern, I said +I wrote: "The word best—I'm thinkin' a word best describin' my life to name my daughter, my strength. My son, the star will be my resurrection." +I didn't know I would have kids at all when I wrote at 20 +Some years ago, I had a daughter then I had a son just like +I setted that rhyme +You put stuff down on that paper, you'd be surprised +The atmosphere reads it, the universe reads it +And hears it, they can hear our thoughts, this universe +Be careful what you're thinking because it doesn't know how to differentiate what you mean with those thoughts +It will—it will give it to you though +I was blessed, I was lucky with that +[Chorus] +(It's yours) +(it's—it's—it's—it's yours) +[Verse 1: Nas] +I sip the Dom P, watchin' Gandhi 'til I'm charged +Writin' in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin +Behold the mic I'm throbbin', my movement +Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with +The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right +The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe +The mind activation, react like I'm facin' +Time like Pappy Mason, with pens I'm embracin' +Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets +Ralph Lauren on my feet makes my cipher complete +Whether cruisin' in a Six cab or Montero Jeep +I can't call it, the beats make me fallin' asleep +I keep fallin', but never fallin' six feet deep +I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) +I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) +President Barack Obama, he represents me +[Chorus: Nas] +The world is yours +It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose? +The world is yours, the world is yours +Can you believe it? +It's your world, it's yours +It's mine—it's +Can you believe it? +I said the world is yours +Believe it, yeah +[Bridge: Nas] +To my man Ill Will (God bless your life) +To my people right here (bless your life) +[Verse 2: Nas] +I trip, we box up crazy bitches +Aimin' guns in all my baby pictures +Beef with housing police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's +Yet I'm the mild, money-gettin' style, rollin' foul +The versatile, honey-stickin', wild, golden child +Dwellin' in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled +Or caught by the devil's lasso +There's no days for broke days +We sell it, smoke pays, while all the old folks pray +Soakin' their sins in trays of holy water +Odds against Nas are slaughter +Thinkin' a word best describin' my life to name my daughter +My strength, my son, the star will be my resurrection +Born in correction, all the wrong shit I did +He'll lead a right direction +How you livin'? Large, a broker charge, cards are mediocre +You flippin' coke or playin' spit, spades, and strip poker? +What you are soldier? I thought I told ya +[Chorus: Nas] +It's mine, it's mine (the world) +The world, the world, up top +It's your world +It's mine, it's mine—whose world? +The world is yours, the world is yours, uh +[Interlude: Nas] +Break it down +Watch what you say +Watch what you listen to +I've been listening lately and a lot of these days ain't real +If I may say so myself +Alright, check it +[Verse 3: Nas] +I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down single-handed +For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded +Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne +I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside, 1,000 miles from home +I need a new nigga for this black cloud to follow +‘Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow +Tryin' to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip +Picturin' my peeps not eatin' can make my heartbeat skip +And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up +Remember that Mike Tyson back in the days? +Stabbin' women like the Phantom +The crew is lampin', Big Willie style +Check the chip-toothed smile, plus I profile wild +Stash loot in fly clothes, burnin' dollars to light my stoge +Walk the blocks with a bop, checkin' dames +Plus the games people play bust the problems of the world today +[Chorus: Nas] +(It's yours) Oh, it's mine, it's mine—whose world? +I said the world is yours, the world is yours +Whose world? It's yours +Whose world? I said the world is yours, the world is yours +[Outro: Nas] +To my Queens' crew, the foundation +The world is yours +To my people in B-more +The world is yours, the world is yours +To my people in VA +The world is yours, the world is yours +And the nation capital, you know the world is yours +The world is yours +Oh, da-da-da da-da-da, yeah +Smooth it out like that, da-da-da da-da-da +[Spoken: Nas] +Thank youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Places to Go[Intro: 50 Cent] +Yeah, Shady +Aftermath +G-Unit! +[Chorus: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo] +I got places to go (Uh-uh), got people to see (Yeah) +The penitentiary ain't the place for me (No) +I'm warnin' you, do not tempt me +I'll run up, squeeze and put a hole in you (Come on!) +I got places to go, got people to see (Yeah) +The penitentiary ain't the place for me (Not me, nigga) +I'm warnin' you, do not tempt me +I'll run up, squeeze and put a hole in you (50!) +[Verse 1: 50 Cent & Eminem] +You mistakin' me for somebody that you should be testin' +You should be stressin', I'm finna fuckin' teach you a lesson (Yeah) +Rap 101's in session, Em laced the track that I'm blessin' +Smith & Wesson's the weapon in case you was guessin', escape lesson (God, damn!) +Cappin' 'em, kept in my Benz, hot beginnin' to end (Woo!) +Watch the 22's spin, my hoes they perfect ten (Come on!) +I got shot up but I got up and I'm back at it again +Motherfuckers that thought I wouldn't win pretend to be friends +At first you fail, try, try, try, try again +I'm the best, don't you get it? Forget it, when I spit it, it's crazy +You love it, admit it, you like that I live it, it's Shady +Aftermath in yo' ass, bitch +If it's not a classic, when it's done we trash it +Flow I got it mastered, stunt and get yo' ass kicked, bastard (Yeah) +When measures get drastic, Glocks made out of plastic +Cock it, aim it, blast it, run nigga, now stash it (Come on!) +[Chorus: 50 Cent] +I got places to go, got people to see (Yeah) +The penitentiary ain't the place for me +I'm warnin' you, do not tempt me +I'll run up, squeeze and put a hole in you +I got places to go, got people to see (Yeah) +The penitentiary ain't the place for me +I'm warnin' you, do not tempt me +I'll run up, squeeze and put a hole in you +[Bridge: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo] +If there's a genie in a bottle of that Dom Perignon +I'ma drink 'til I get to that bitch (Come on!) +Em and Dre gonna introduce me to the 'burbs +They gonna listen to my words +In the hood they feel my shit (Break it down!) +[Verse 2: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo] +Picture a perfect picture, picture me in a pimp hat +Picture me startin' shit (Uh-uh), picture me bustin' my gat +Picture police mad, they ain't got a picture of that +Picture me bein' broke, picture me smokin' a stack (Aw, shit!) +Picture me comin' up, picture me rich from rap (Uh-uh) +Picture me blowin' up, now picture me goin' back (Woo!) +To my momma basement to live, shit, picture that +Where I'm from it's a fact, you gotta watch your back +You wear a vest without a gat, you's a target, Jack (Uh-uh) +Hustle hard, money stack (Woo!), sell that dope, sell that crack (Come on!) +Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, holla back (Yeah, yeah) +50 Cent, too much Henny, man I'm bent, I'm outta here +[Chorus: 50 Cent] +I got places to go, got people to see (Yeah) +The penitentiary ain't the place for me +I'm warnin' you, do not tempt me +I'll run up, squeeze and put a hole in you +I got places to go, got people to see (Yeah) +The penitentiary ain't the place for me +I'm warnin' you, do not tempt me +I'll run up, squeeze and put a hole in you +[Outro: 50 Cent] +Ha-ha, man, I ain't' goin' to jail, not even to visit a nigga +You wanna holler at me, you write me +Matter of fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Boulevard up in the Mondrian (Ha-ha-ha) +Ridin' 'round in one of Dre's Ferraris, nigga +Oh, matter of fact, I might be in Detroit ridin' down 8 Mile Road +You know, to one of Em's joints and shit (Ha-ha) +Ya heard? I got places to go, man, you know +Shady/Aftermath, we finna start printin' money (He-he-he-he) +Puttin' Em's face on these motherfuckin' bills, shit (Ha-ha-ha-ha) +Ain't shit you can do about itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Karma[Verse 1: Block McCloud] +[Verse 2: ILL Bill] +[Verse 3: MF Grimm]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Addicted*Lyrics from Snippets +[Intro] +(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) +[Verse 1: Lil Durk] +Man, the trap be jumpin' off vertical +I just spent hundred tonight since the murderers +I done brought hundreds of guns for the burglars +They call us Chicago, they call us notorious +[?] down with my bros +I know some niggas sell dope and they snort it +I know some niggas that got no remorse +I know some niggas that died on the porch +I know some niggas that shot up a morgue +[?] a pint and I pour it +I got some diamonds baguette and I show it +I'm [?] +Get the fuck on with that lil' bitty Porsche +[?] gave me no choice +And I got cocky, they gave me a voice +I been a gangster, I jumped off thе porch +[Chorus: Lil Durk] +Yeah, got Gelato in my lungs +Addicted to thеse drugs +Addicted to these drugs (Addicted to these drugs) +Got a glizzy with a drum +Addicted to these guns +Addicted to these guns (Addicted to these guns) +Got some strippers [?] +Addicted to these ones +Addicted to these ones (Addicted to these ones) +I had my lawyer pay my bond +'Cause I ain't had no warrant +'Cause I ain't had no warrant +[Verse 2: Yella Beezy] +[?] admit it +I can't lie, baby, I'm an addict +I like fast cars automatics +I like Audemars and the Pateks +You can't play with him...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +I Don’t Know[Intro] +(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it) +[Verse 1] +I gotta stay off the 'Gram, the opposition DM'ing me threats (Let's get it) +When bro'nem died, he got an autopsy, they said he full of that X +I'm a young nigga who gettin' that check and I don't have problem with sex +I'm a young nigga who pop my shit, they say I'm cocky, aggressive +I get that vibe, you turned to snake, I swear I'ma turn to Melly (Let's get it) +Locked up with the nigga who told on his mans, that shit Tom and Jerry +Cartier skeleton on my arm, got my arm skelly +Plus two bracelets say the voice, he got my arm buried +I look out, don't know who trust, I say it's all scary +I'm checkin' up on one of my dawgs, he ain't respond lately +I took a bag full of stacks to a bond lady +I gave you drugs, you ain't bring the profits and you say I'm crazy? +[Pre-Chorus] +I don't know +I don't know (Let's get it) +I don't know +I don't know +[Chorus] +Is you niggas really with me? I don't know +Do you think these niggas out to get me? I don't know +Man you think you made it out the city? I don't know +Do you believe the rumor, see who was snitchin'? I don't know +[Verse 2] +And I don't know too many +I heard them rumors that you was tellin' +But I know you didn't +One nigga say he didn't but I know he did +And I know he's shitty +You gon' get snaked tryna hang with different blocks, I know my city +They say my brother hopped out the streets, I'm like, "No, he didn't" +Headshot, fucked up memory +Perky pill, fucked up kidney +Spin 'round, like, "Who did it?" +Fed call, free my niggas +The guard had told him, "Three more minutes," yeah (Hmm, hmm) +[Pre-Chorus] +I don't know +I don't know (Let's get it) +I don't know +I don't know +[Chorus] +Is you niggas really with me? I don't know +Do you think these niggas out to get me? I don't know +Man you think you made it out the city? I don't know +Do you believe the rumor, see who was snitchin'? I don't know1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +What That Mouth DoLyrics from snippet +[Intro] +CB on the beat +Ooh +Yeah +[Chorus] +Pull up in a brand new space coupe (Aye) +Hit up the party like [?] (Yeah) +Yeah, she off a molly and Grey Goose (Ooh) +Draco with me in Staples (Woah) +I just wanna know what that mouth do, ooh (Aye) +I just wanna know what that mouth do, bitch +I just wanna know what that mouth do, ooh (Brr) +I just wanna know what that mouth do +Pull up in a brand new space coupe (Aye) +Hit up the party like [?] (Yeah) +Yeah, she off a molly and Grey Goose (Ooh) +Draco with me in Staples (Woah) +I just wanna know what that mouth do, ooh (Aye) +I just wanna know what that mouth do, bitch +I just wanna know what that mouth do, ooh (Brr) +I just wanna know what that mouth do +[Verse] +I just wanna know what that mouth do +I just wanna know what that mouth do +Poke it out (Yeah), Wock pint, need 5 of it (On God) +Chanel-nel (Yeah), drip everyday-day, okay-kay (Okay-kay) +Been sellin' nicks (Uh), bitch, yeah, [?] ([?]) +Ooh, yeah, diamonds on my neck straight [?] (Facts), woah (Yeah) +Got my dick sucked while I'm playin' 2K (Woah) +Poured an 8 just today, okay, Nike in my [?], uh (Yeah)... +[Chorus] +Pull up in a brand new space coupe (Aye) +Hit up the party like [?] (Yeah) +Yeah, she off a molly and Grey Goose (Ooh) +Draco with me in Staples (Woah) +I just wanna know what that mouth do, ooh (Aye) +I just wanna know what that mouth do, bitch +I just wanna know what that mouth do, ooh (Brr) +I just wanna know what that mouth do +Pull up in a brand new space coupe (Aye) +Hit up the party like [?] (Yeah) +Yeah, she off a molly and Grey Goose (Ooh) +Draco with me in Staples (Woah) +I just wanna know what that mouth do, ooh (Aye) +I just wanna know what that mouth do, bitch +I just wanna know what that mouth do, ooh (Brr) +I just wanna know what that mouth doEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Officer Ricky (Go Head, Try Me)You think you know me? (Officer Ricky) +Nigga, You don't know me! (Officer Ricky) +50... ayo! C-O! +I put a razor thru ya face, I put a nine on my waist +I cock the shotty just in case, I pump nothin' but bass +I put a pint of blood in the whip, a pint of blood on the ground +Bullets, bullets get to ricochetin bouncing all around +That body all case cold I got her white wit it +If they ask me I think niggas from basely did it +I'm a southside nigga, we take on all comers +The first shot pop, we get to warrin all summer +These niggas ain't hard I get on em on some different shit +Different strap, different clip, I blow the door off your whip +The cop fucked fox, sucked the cunt on the bimbo +Faggot must've thought he knock me out like Kimbo +With gondorea lips, his breath stronger than endo +Fat fuck playing Wii Fit Nintendo +Have another tattoo, here's another tattoo +Run into my goons soon, have new bullet wounds +Officer Rickyyyy, radio for backup +See ya ass anywhere you know I'm gon act up +You want play with me, when I don't want play? +Have my niggas whip the skin off your ass in broad day +Screaming boss, nigga you ain't a boss +Pussy nigga ya lost , listen officer Ross +I tell you straight suck a dick +You tryna come with subliminals +Cuz your ass the police +My niggas is criminals +It's like every other word out your mouth bout a bird +Like you sling cocaine, this shit is absurd +You's a rapper, you's a motherfuckin rapper +It's a wrap, your career is fuckin wrapped up +My enemy's enemies are my friends +And my semis they like Siamese twins +See em up close, you won't see shit again +Like every fairytale, boy your life has to end +Try me, get blown away way way +Go 'head try me, get blown away way way +Try me get blown away way way +Go head try me, get blown away way way +(We the best!) +Yeah, you the best, you the cocksucking best +Go 'head faggot, depp throat it, feel it in your chest +I'm not friendly, I'm anti-social +Go 'head try me, I'll be fucking ya up, like I'm supposed to +You say I'm violent, now why you say I'm violent? +The mac got a muffler, make a loud mouth silent +Now Me, I'm kinda sensitive, So watch the way u talk to me +Ya better off shootin me, or tryna put the hawk to me +The beef ain't shit to me, cuz now I got the wolves out +That fo-fo pull around, that tre pound bulls out +I do it for the moula, boo-ya, bullseye +Pop ya fuckin noodles, deputy do die +Many men wish death, many men "oh doe" +I make many millions, fuck wit me, that's a "no no" +This is motion picture shit, there's no director to cast me +The D's, I plead the 5th on every question they ask me +My enemy's enemies are my friends +And my semis they like Siamese twins +See em up close, you won't see shit again +Like every fairytale, boy your life has to end +Try me, get blown away way way +Go head try me get blown away way way +Try me, get blown away way way +Go head try me get blown away way way +Nigga I bleed blue, I swear I bleed blue +You thinkin I'm a crip, I'll motherfuckin trip +The cool-out blood, maybe I'm all blood +Find out what a nigga bout when you catch a slug +Maybe I'm maniac, maybe I'm crazy +Maybe I'm exactly what my fucking hood made me +Maybe I'mma do 25 years for murder +Maybe cuz it's clear I'm the clip inserter +I done lost my best friend, he died of cancer +Call me a cheetah, I attack like a panther +It's teflon vinyl on my drop-top phantom +Bulletproof windows, and a stash for the cannon +Nigga if you cross me, you gon' have to off me +I just keep going no matter where they lost me +You know I'm like a time bomb- bomb steady tickin +You know what's coming next, once nigga slap the clip in +Oh yeah +My enemy's enemies are my friends +And my semis they like Siamese twins +See em up close, you won't see shit again +Like every fairytale, boy your life has to end +Try me get blown away way way +Go head try me get blown away way way +Try me get blown away way way +Go head try me get blown away way way +Yeah, this nigga's a appetizer +Where you at Wayne? +The full course meal Wayne +You awfully quiet +You call Em out, well now I'm out +I got my vultures out +You got get pass me to get Em +I'm the baby over here +I'm the smallest nigga in my clique +Shady After-motherfucking-math nigga +3 headed monster - 50, Em, Dre +Fuck with it if you want niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +My Life[Chorus 2X: Soul 4 Real] +If you wanna live my life +The world is getting more and more trife +It's time to shed some light +That's what I like, that's what I like +[Raekwon] +Raised fly while we in the midst of getting high +Take a walk through memory lane, watching when all the pain fly +Things that, happen in relationships, dealing with weapon +And men be on the same bullshit +Let's travel, take a walk with me, yo +I'm like the whiskers that be blazing in your transister +Relax, spoil me, I be on the tour shortly +With enough to spread fortune out, lord, you caught me +We analitical thinkers, we crow too with top rankers +Big thick juicy rocks on the finger +Chill, all my niggas who keep it real +Throw your baseball hat down and keep paying your bills +[Chorus 2X] +[Raekwon] +A wiseman spoke on my behalf, til then I enquired the math +Rae exist with God in the half +Lessons, a mouth full of food, sit back +I tell a story for the blocks and the power moves +Shorties claiming that they hustle for a cause, get caught +In the sharp blade of a knife, but older niggas's go +But some shine, that's the best part of they flaws +They need cover, because we trapped inside these Winter Warz +I come to ya'll as Elijah, stars on the crown symbolizes +Planets for a new horizon +It's all peace when you sizing, the next man enterprising +Learn how to move, don't disguise it +The bulk of the brick will be shown, you all alone +All you think about is getting you fly, that's getting you torn +The evil that maps out of my vulture, murder raps'll sculp you +Hip hop selected our culture +One nigga word ain't enough, let's get up and exercise +The mind like a sit up, walk with your chin up +Post that stormy winter, animos'll tear a friend up +Principals make a nigga light dimmer +[Chorus 2X] +[Raekwon] +It's like Babylon, my society, so wild, been a variety +Which make me seek prosperity +Brothers and sisters let's connect, show love and respect +The youngings is watching, put 'em in check, yo +Your life could change in a sec, ambitions, you bet +Today your here, tomorrow, leaving out the projects +Wake up, we all got morals, striving for perfection +It's just a lesson to look forward to, yo +[Chorus 2X] + +​life ✞[Intro] +SESH +[Verse 1] +I know that it hurts sometimes, but it's beautiful +Workin' every day, now you bleedin' through your cuticles +Passin' through a portal as you're sittin' in your cubicle +Isn't life beautiful? I think that life is beautiful +Tryna keep it cool at your grandfather's funeral +Findin' out eventually the feelin' wasn't mutual +You were not invited 'cause you're nothin' like the usual +Isn't life beautiful? I think that life is beautiful +You wanna see your friends, but you're stuck inside a hospital +Doctor walks in and he tells you that it's terminal +Tumor in your brain and they say that it's inoperable +Isn't life beautiful? I think that life is beautiful +They'll kill your little brother and they'll tell you he's a criminal +They'll fuckin' kill you too, so you better not get physical +Welcome to America, that type of shit is typical +Isn't life beautiful? I think that life is beautiful +[Verse 2] +Wake up in the mornin', now you doin' the impossible +Find out what's important, now you feelin' philosophical +When I die I'll pack my bags, move somewhere more affordable +Isn't life horrible? I think that life is horrible +You think she's adorable, she thinks that you're intolerable +You think you can do it, but your chances are improbable +Once you feel unstoppable, you run into an obstacle +Isn't life comical? I think that life is comical +[Verse 3] +And if you ever need a friend then you got me +And in the end, when I die, would you watch me? +And if I tried suicide, would you stop me? +Would you help me get a grip or would you drop me? +Runaway, make friends with the moon +Why you trippin'? You'll be with your friends soon +There comes a time when everybody meets the same fate +I think I'ma die alone inside my room32EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Ghetto Prisoners[Intro] +Uhh +Regulate, nigga +Bravehearts, nigga +Live for this +Some of y'all don't live at all +Get yours, nigga +Get yours, baby +Uhh, yo +Yo +[Verse 1] +As the night close down on the Earth like gray dark rings +Light of cities in the nights, destination for Kings +With big dreams, like Castro, overthrew Bautista +From Cuba, and pointed nukes toward the U.S +About to shoot us for revolution; that's how you gotta move +A lot of rules, some locked in solitude +Curse the day of they birth confused, who's to be praised? +The mighty dollar -- or almighty Allah +I'm like the farmer, plantin' words, people are seeds +My truth is the soil; help you grow like trees +May the children come in all colors, change like leaves +But hold before you one of those prophetic MCs +With blunted flows, seven hundred souls in me +Each channelin', from past to present times, heaven shines +Light on those, innocent to how the world grows +Some men become murderers, and some girls become hoes +And you accounted for, everything that you heard +Do not speak to fools; they scorn the wisdom of your words +My heart is wise, bloodshot eyes, the saga never dies +Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise +[Chorus] +Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise +Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise +Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise +Ghetto prisoners.. +[Verse 2] +Yo we gotta be God's children, habitats in tall buildings +Rats crawl in filthy hallways, incinerators +Sinners who faithless, still there's hope, pray it's answered +Dreams turned real - what's a wicked nation? +One with blind men - not takin' charge of the situation +Empty arguments and real conversations needed +The world'll need it, to hear it +Evil tries to weaken my spirit - it's chronic herb +This hurt come from the honest word +I now try hardest to serve my maker, what I learned +Find it's way on the paper, so I could dictate it +Articulate it, luckily - I was put on one of the ships that made it +Through strong currents and winds that left the others stranded +To sink in the Atlantic +Satan jigs the planet, not to get too religious, but +Who decides when and if your life is finished? +If Christ is in this, for the sake of your name, oh Lord +May we break away from the chains abroad +[Chorus] +Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise +Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise +Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise +Ghetto prisoners.. get up, wake up, rise +Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise +Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise +Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise +Ghetto prisoners.. +[Verse 3] +You wanna buy time? I'm the seller of minutes +I give you every second low-priced, if I sold lies; the truth is +Time waits for none of you, in fact +He can't wait for the date to snatch the ground right from under you +Small visions of better life if cheddar was right +Lurk in the mind, of young ones ahead of they time +Trapped in the slums, beggin' for nuttin' but takin' +Headed for nuttin' but the state pen, where they cousins be waitin' +Judges is not relatin' to pleas, guns bustin' where the kids play +Richochet off lamp poles and leave damp holes +In bystanders, get cancelled, D.O.A +Around the way where we from +Hope the future reduce the rate of those buried young +Life is every man's kingdom, a dyin' man's past +And a newborn's, first time to be here at last +And shouldn't have to grow up fast, and suffer our pain +Hustlin' harder than the generations here before he came +Goin' through the same bullshit as our fathers +Readin' history, but who's the authors? +For some the game is easy, for most of us the game is much harder +But never lose faith; through the years just get smarter +Ghetto prisoners.. ghetto prisoners.. +[Chorus] +Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise +Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise +Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise +Ghetto prisoners.. get up, wake up, rise +Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise +Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise +Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise +Ghetto prisoners..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Weezy F. Baby (Mr. Biggs)[Verse] +Nigga I'm young as a muhfucka +But money a muhfucka +Young Money muthafucka, get it in blood puddles +Shit, I'm in the south where we living in mud puddles +Shit is a drug struggle when you niggas upping prices +I hug the Glock like a turn buckle +Can't get stop by the vices, no license +Rolling like dices on the streets +Where the odds is high +Where the crime is life +And the life is time, and the time is jail +And in the jail you stressin +The judge probably hit me with an algebraic expression +But I get away free like Ocean's Eleven +And I motion the metal, like a pro-fe-ssional +And when I'm rolling especially, like a pimp suppose to +Watch how you sit down somethings in that sofa +If she with me, you know that something's in that ho bra +She's a foreigner so she say coca +I get broke off and they get brok-er +They like so what, i'm like so when? +We going know then how the turn in turn out +Cause we going shoot back till the burners burn out +Till the burning burn down every house the block hold +I'm hollering at you niggas with every shot the Glock hold +You can't see me there's a thousand blind folds +And my mind state is put a thousand on top of those +Chea, I do school and do lunch at Pappadeaux's +They want beef I turn that to that to sloppy joes +Copy cats brrrrrrat, copy those +Had a strong relationship with expensive clothes +This stuntin shit is extensive and intense +Like pulling up in something Americans can't invent +Chea, I make them fall back, they gotta indent +Like a paragraph, the first sentence, shit +I'm way smarter man, I'm more gifted +Straight from the womb to pro, prolific +I'm so, I'm so so, I'm so lifted +High in the sky, me and pops taking pictures +That’s my vision, until my vision is vivid +Ima give it all I got we good jigga you bitches”EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Gunz and Money[Chorus] +Sorry we don't know you bitch +Who you rollin' with? +Free my bronem out the pen +We been some killers since +My block, my niggas smoking shit +That's how we rollin' shit +We do magic pull up on them Hocus Pocus shit +Guns and money +Guns and money +Guns and money +Guns and money +Guns and money +Guns and money +Guns and money +Guns and money +[Verse 1] +300 who I'm rollin' with +Called up bro we smokin' shit +If we broke we pokin' him +Act like you don't know this shit +Sip lean to stay focus shit +Fed my block with dope and pics +Perculins with coke and shit +Fifty shots we drummin' shit +Fefe we don't come to them +We see a opp we punish him +Word to Nuski killer +Word to Chino killer +Word to Moski killer +We know we gon' kill you +You know we don't feel you +You know we gon' get 'em +They know we them niggas +They know we them niggas +Bang bro hoes we brothers bitch +THF my brothers bitch +Got caught on some other shit +Throw out the case like Cutler bitch +One night ain't no cuddle bitch +Rex throw me a rubber bitch +Can't go raw can't trust a bitch +I can't take care of the kids +[Chorus] +Sorry we don't know you bitch +Who you rollin' with? +Free my bronem out the pen +We been some killers since +My block, my niggas smoking shit +That's how we rollin' shit +We do magic pull up on them Hocus Pocus shit +Guns and money +Guns and money +Guns and money +Guns and money +Guns and money +Guns and money +Guns and money +Guns and money +[Verse 2] +Foenem they be wackin' shit +I ain't with that lackin' shit +Carry 40s Macs and shit +Ink his back like tats and shit +I be up on racks and shit +I do what's in my raps and shit +Fuck a bitch off my IG don't post my shit relax lil' bitch +Cali sippin' act' and tec I don't how to act with that +I'm a G with this new K +Like I'm with the alphabet +Call up BJ from the pound no bake but he gon' make them cakes +Late night drivin' on some boppin' shit +Go out west with that +Put them niggas on you +Yeah they'll done you +Can't go home late night cause I put them niggas on you +Yeah, yeah +OTF 300 nigga this the year +[Chorus] +Sorry we don't know you bitch +Who you rollin' with? +Free my bronem out the pen +We been some killers since +My block, my niggas smoking shit +That's how we rollin' shit +We do magic pull up on them Hocus Pocus shit +Guns and money +Guns and money +Guns and money +Guns and money +Guns and money +Guns and money +Guns and money +Guns and money +[Outro] +Pow!5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +I Want Sex[Verse 1:] +When I Step Up In Da Club Niggas Giv Me Daps An Hugs Hoez Winkin Dey Eye I Know One Thang Now Dey Wanna Fuck +I'm Lookin Like Cuban Smokin Er Body Kno Boo Be Chokin An All I'm Askn Can I Bust Dat Pussy Wide Open Can't U Tell +She Caramel With A Smile Dat'll Make U Pre Cum A Dime Piece Wholl Jump Up On Dat Dick An Make Lil B Run +Shes So Wet So Wet She Make U Wet So Wet Itz Sloppy Sex Shakin When She Cummin Look At Dis Women Kissn Me On My Chest +I'm Tryna Stick It In Ha Stumac Look Lay Down Let Me Suc Yo Titties Caress Dem Pretty Bitches An Shove It In An Sho +Ya Yea Dat I'm Da Sickest She So Special She So Special Da Head Up On Ha Body Make Ya Jump Up Off Da Dresser Stop Playin +Gul Giv Me Da Cat B4 U Neva Get A Phone Call Turn On Dat Keith Sweat An Let Me Take Yo Thong Off +[Hook:] +I Want Sex, I Ain't Tryna B Mean, Tryna Get Up In Dem Jeans, I Want Sex, (Nah I'mma B Real Man) I Want Sex, (We Gon Do It Latah On Anyway), I Want Sex, I Ain't Tryna B Mean, Tryna Get Up In Dem Jeans +[Verse 2:] +Turn Around Girl Frum Behind, N Let Me C Wut Mama Gave Ya, Let Me Sho U Tricks Dat I Learnt On A Beach Up In Jamaica, Fuck Dem Hatahz(Fuck Dem Hatahz), Can U Get Away Fo A Day Or Two So I Can Sho How A Playa Do +Er Body Gon B Hatin u, Fo Livin Lavage Through Duh Week Gucci Dresses N Yo Fingahz U Got Kartz, Let A Niggah Savage, N Beat Dat Pussy, Let A Niggah Teach Dat Pussy, Have Dat Pussy Far Frum Rookie +Look, N Shes So Wet, Duh Bed Soakn Wet, My Heads Soakin Wet, I'm Pourn Down With Sweat, Head Straight To Duh Shower, Fo A Hour, Where I Take My Break, I'm Santa Clause, N She Finnah Ride Muh Fuckn Sleigh +Now Turn Aound, N Bend It Back, N Let Me Put It N Dat Caddy, Wen I Hit It Holla Ha Ha Ha +[Hook:] +I Want Sex, I Ain't Tryna B Mean, Tryna Get Up In Dem Jeans Girl, I Want Sex, I Ain't Tryna B Mean, Tryna Get Up In Dem Jeans Girl, I Want Sex, (I'mma B Real, I'm Jus Tryn Tuh Fuck Sumthin) I Want Sex +So Wet She Got Chu Wet, So Wet It's Sloppy Sex, N Check It Out Nah +[Verse 3:] +Nah She Don Gave Me Dat Pussy, I Think I'm Pussy Whippd +Come Home Frum Studio Sessions, She Got A Meal Cooked +Rubbin My Chest, Combin My Hair, Smelln Like Red Roses +She Say Da Shit Dat Lift My Spirit, Have A Thug Focused +Den She Baby Bath Water With A Lil Alcohol, Den She Go N Get A Movie +N We Gon Watch It All +[Hook:] +Shes So Wet, I Feel Ha Cummin Down, N I Love Duh Way She Sounds, Shes A Thug Nah +(N Dats All Am I'm Askn U Kno Wut I'm Sayin?) +(Jus Give Me Dat Pussy U Kno Wut I'm Saiyn?) +(We Gon Do It Latah on anyway) (N On Top Of Dat U Kno Dats Gon Make Me Really Show You Love) +(U Kno A Niggah Ain't Tryna Dawg Or Nuthin, I Ain't Tryna Do U Wrong or nuthin +I Jus Wanna Fuck U, It's Jus Fo Love) +So Wet She Got Chu Wet, So Wet It's Sloppy Sex, So Wet Da Beds Wet +My Fuckn Head Wet, So Wet She Got Chu, So Wet She Got Chu +So Wet Da Bed Wet, My Fuckn Head Wet9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Drop the BombThis is a Missy Elliott (uh) heavy hitter +Oh, now put your back into it, uh +I'm a pro, motherfuckers let me do it, let me do it +To the left, one, two, three, move it, whoo +Off beat, uh, yeah, watch my feet, yeah, whoo +I'm bout to just go lose it, uh +Like somebody slippin' x in my juices, uh +And now I'm dancin' like I'm under the influence +Shake my ass, I don't owe you no excuses, ooh +No, n-no, n-no, I didn't, uh +See my jeans fittin', let me take you from your bitches, whoo +Furs and cars, it make me no difference +Independent woman but I still spend your riches +What you got, I got the club so hot, so hot +And they strippin' from the boxers to the socks, uh +I'm in the corner cos I like to look a lot, uh +I like to see what's hot then let me go to marry it +If you chillin' in New York, drop the bomb on it +Livin' in LA, drop the bomb on it +Wildin' in DC, drop the bomb on it +You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it +If you're ridin' in Detroit, drop the bomb on it +Cadillac-ey too, drop the bomb on it +ATL, dirty, drop the bomb on it +You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it +Yeah, uh, go head and drop the bomb on me +Call 9, 1, 1, this a crime on me, uh +The flow that I throw be hard to follow +From ? ? straight to Chicago, yeah, ooh +I love the way the track sittin', yeah +Me and Timothy, whoo, la, good rhythms +Easy on the beat, whoo, la, you didn't, uh, uh +Slidin' in my slips like I'm Rick James' freak, freak +I'm havin' fun with ya son, uh +Ain't twenty-one, tell 'em don't need to come, uh +Way too young to get the taste of yum yum +I'm way too drunk off Bacardi and rum, uh +Don't act dumb, drop it where you from +Rich or bum, it don't mean nothing, whoo +You need this heat cos the track overdone, uh +Radio drop the bomb on this one, whoo +If you from Miami, drop the bomb on it +From Louisville, drop the bomb on it +Vacation in VA, drop the bomb on it +You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it +If you live in Las Vegas, drop the bomb on it +Or chillin' in Philly, drop the bomb on it +New Jersey, Brits, drop the bomb on it +You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it +Ring the alarm, somebody dropping by, whoa, yay, whoo +? ? I'm a park it in valet, uh +Let my ass shake like a truck on the highway, uh +Stayin' on my toes like I been doing ballet +And if it snows I'm going back to Cali, uh +No, n-no, n-no you didn't, uh +Put the track on, nigga, stop that bullshittin', uh +Ain't got no time, need a track that's hittin' +And if it's hittin', here's a bomb for your listen, ooh +If you live in Alabama, drop the bomb on it +Stay in Mississippi, drop the bomb on it +Chill in Ohio, drop the bomb on it +You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it +If you live in Texas, drop the bomb on it +From Mexico, drop the bomb on it +People everywhere, drop the bomb on it, come on +You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it + +Theifs Theme[Intro] +One, two +Check, one, two +One, two, who got more style, the son do +{*rewind*} +One, two +Check, one, two +One, two, who got more style, the son do +Check, one, two +[Verse 1] +Yo I'm hot like 95 Fahrenheit +On a summer night, tight spot where bodies rot +Rats drink from water drops, in the streets niggas +Little kids scared cops, wit red dots +Philosophical gangsta, wit violent priors +Goin' back like black and white TV's wit pliers +Leanin' on broke down cars, wit flat tires +Flash iron, anybody tryin' on, the blocks I'm supplyin' on +Madicon, my peeps, tie ballons up +And swallow 'em and the P now got goons, lots of 'em +Cops see them and run, don't want no drama +Certain parts of the streets, the beast don't want a part of +Martyr, hood haunted like the Dakota +Where John Lennon was shot up, but he sang for peace +He begged for freedom, hanged wit wild Jamicians +From Kingston, who drink Irish Malts +Listenin to Peter Winston, Machintosh +Lightning hits the top of the church steeple +When I'm writin', semi-automatic no hyphen +It's frightening.... {*scratches*} +[Hook] +The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right +Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit +The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right +Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit +The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right +Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit +The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right +Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit +[Verse 2] +I take summers off, cause I love winter beef +Started '87, wit the shotty in the sheep +Three-quarter length beige, dressed to kill +Bust a shell at the ground, pellets hit the crowd +Nobody like a snitch, everybody shut they mouth +Woolrich, Carhartt, gun powder stains +Smellin' like trees, sensimille on the brain +Skeemin' on ya girls, bambooze or ya chain +Got ill up on the train, twistin' off a cap +Of a English in my vain, might of pushed you on the tracks +Deaf crack fiends, who can't speak, scream noises +Cause she bought a jum of soap, from one of my boys and, it's +.... Just another day in the hood +And I'm, wit some wild brothers, up to no good +We saw the movies, like Tony Montana, and 'em +But our style was let them pile then, we robbin' 'em +Money dudes, make 'em come up out they shoes +Run they jewels, word is bond, where my man Nino goin' +And I had to make a song, speakin on my old life +For the thief's who come out at night +[Hook] +[Outro] +One, two +Check, one, two {*echoes*} +One, two +Check, one, two +One, two, who got more style, the son do {*echoes*} +{*explosion*}EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Tears[Intro] +You were nothing more to me +Than when you loved me in my dreams +Still dreamin' about you +You know I'm crazy about you +You know I'm crazy about you +Yeah, yeah, yeah +[Chorus] +I remember the first time +Baby, this is the last time +You were nothing more to me +Than when you loved me in my dreams +Still dreamin' about you +You know I'm crazy about you +There is nothing more to me than you +I died that day you left my room in tears +[Verse] +This is the last time +Me and you are a past time +Both wish this didn't have to end like... +This is the last time +Me and you are a past time +And I know that you and I both +Wish this didn't have to end like this +But, it's that time +Put the kid on the map time +I just finished the last line +Can't believe it's the last night, the last fight with you +[Chorus] +I remember the first time +Baby, this is the last time +You were nothing more to me +Then when you loved me in my dreams +Still dreamin' about you +You know I'm crazy about you +There is nothing more to me than you +I died that day you left my room in tears21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Surgical Gloves[Intro: Raekwon] +Eight million stories, nigga +Take y'all niggas somewhere, man +Y'all niggas never heard niggas rhyme like this before, man +This ain't no Wizard of Oz shit neither, man +For real, man +Ayo +[Verse 1] +Surgical gloves, snubs in the grass with his blood +"Homie, hold that", the four black +We black down, Gold Jag' +Ol' laughing, yo, "Yo, what the fuck happened?" +"They clapped him in the scalp, it flew that way" +"Yo, why they capped him?" It went through his lap +Snatched his Audemars Pig-et, took his man gold, get at +He painted it, slayed blocks, aiming it, hit a child +This is foul, but he styled with his flamer, flaming shit +Teddy with the red Range, supercharged Kangols +Rae and Ghost CD in his change, yo +Angel, Spanish kid lingo, all I know is where he hang, though +Kept it sideways, angle +Good brush, tough talk, keep it real, daddy, got them thing-os +I respect on how the game goes +The same goes for get-fresh niggas, test niggas +Extra blessed niggas with them egos +We blow you out your peacoats +Haha, ah, dios míos, we get them twelve a ki, yo +Keep it moving, slide off in the G-Os +"Freeloaders, the D's over +Your shit won't sell no more, breeze over" +[Chorus: Raekwon] +Money, gear, drugs, guns, Goodyears +All my niggas sit, smelling the tears +Cooking snow white, it's just the poor life +Never living off fear, we all millionaires, now where my shares? +(Money) You know the code, drug money, gear money, baby +(Money) You know we fold the stash holders, cash blowers, yeah +(Money) So when the D's come, we float and grab the boats, yeah +(Money) Spend off, I got my win off, have a potent year +[Verse 2] +Yeah, X6 is red, up in Albany with the dreads +Bags of black, fuck the feds, papers in Arubas +Gold tuba from Bermuda in my living room spreads +Cameras, action, got the calico cranked +"Where the food at?", Hood jewelry on, I gots to do that +Long-chain hatchet flooded up, you knew that +Baby blue Mac, stones on the nozzle stick +Bulletproof Broccos with the Jew bitches, all I got is two cracks +Gazelle lenses, clear rude wraps, bagging every Ziploc +And my peoples sit around, cops split that +High potent white Kit-Kats, we sell up in the hood +Going door to door, every floor, every get back +My gangsta shit, get gats, for every man +"Here go a gram +Meet me by my drophead and drop your lid back" +Forty-seven quick claps (Spray off on something) +[Chorus: Raekwon] +Money, gear, drugs, guns, Goodyears +All my niggas sit, smelling the tears +Cooking snow white, it's just the poor life +Never living off fear, we all millionaires, now where my shares? +(Money) You know the code, drug money, gear money, baby +(Money) You know we fold the stash holders, cash blowers, yeah +(Money) So when the D's come, we float and grab the boats, yeah +(Money) Spend off, I got my win off, have a potent year +[Outro: Raekwon] +Spray on one of y'all, man +Streets is mine, nigga +You know what we do, for real +Straight up +It's how we playing right now, man +'Cause the streets, man +Streets is making y'all niggas see, man +But some of y'all is blind +For real + +Call it Quits (Bonus Track)[Intro : Cappadonna] +Don't get it twisted +Just came to shed +A little light on things +'cuz it's like y'all be forgettin' +I don't really +Be havin' too much to say +[Hook 4x : Cappadonna] +I was lovin' you before +But girl now you know +I'm callin' it quits +[Cappadonna] +You told me you was goin' to stay over your mother's house +But my niggas on the block said you at Mike brother's house +I came back from off tour stains was on my livin' room couch +You was lookin' at me like you ain't know what the fuck +I was talkin' about, yup +You was once in my life but you gon' soon to be out +See ya +I don't give a fuck about you bitch +Go ahead tune me out +[Hook 6x] +[Cappadonna] +You said you was goin' over Gina's house to get your hair did +But you was really sneakin' round on me and fuckin' that other kid +You said you live in Brooklyn but that's not really where you live +I followed you to Queens +You came outta somebody else crib +[Hook 6x] +[Cappadonna] +You used to be my down bitch +Now you just a clown bitch +You ain't nothin' but a slut +That's why I hardly come around bitch +I was amazed over the ill shit I heard that you did +My niggas pulled the train on you broke your little ribs +'Don and my dogs, hate honeys that's the game +That pussy was never mine +It don't even feel the same +We was never goin' nowhere +Our life were based upon lies +And you didn't really love me +You was lovin' my dick size +[Hook 6x]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Holdin’[Intro: Cappadonna] +Park Hill Productions... that's my word +Diggiler... yo +[Cappadonna] +It's more lonely at the bottom, than it is on top +More niggas grinding it out, making it hot +It's me, I straight hustle and be cabbin' a lot +Cappadon', same brothers get stabbed and shot +I'm in the hood with ya'll, for real, ready to rock +And I hold the big shit like Big and Pac +Come on, test my spot, come on, test my spot +Come on, test my spot, come on, test my spot +[Lounge Lo] +Aiyo, I spun through the ghetto, took a flick of the struggle +The big boy pushing the hard youngings, getting in trouble +Told the Don that I needed a hustle, and so he told the kid +You rock tanktops and need no muscle +But I live for the block, my wife and babies +And baby moms out of town, is like 'fuck you, pay me' +Killah Hill 10304, that's what made me +I'm in the hood, so good with it, fuck 'em who hate me +[Chorus: sample (Cappadonna)] +Oh, I'm holding (more love and knowledge) +Yes, I'm holding (want a sound kids in college) +Oh, I'm holding (more ice and paper) +Yes, I'm holding (we gotta see where life gon' take us) +Oh, I'm holding (more love and tricks) +Yes, I'm holding (we gotta hold our head in the bricks) +Oh, I'm holding (we gotta hold our head in the bricks) +Yes, I'm holding (we gotta hold our head in the bricks) +[Cappadonna] +Aiyo, we travel through the world in expensive life +Made it through the difficulty and we came out right +We be in the clubs all night, smoking and drinking +Wake up early in the morning, start working the ink pen +While the beats in our circonference, manipulating the mind +We on the blocks hustling, participating the grind +Or associating with snitches, protect our riches +Superstars in the hood, what, slums and ditches +That's straight New York shit, feds take our pictures +We live in vanglorious times and beautiful days +Of amped, from the former life, now we kings +Yo, the struggle is for real, sometime we had to rob and steal +Just the ghetto way of life, hustling, keeping it real +Respect this, if you know how it feel, uno +Longevity, we on the come up, Park Hill Productions +[Chorus] +[Outro: Cappadonna] +Uh, with Park Hill 10304 +Park Hill Productions, what up B-Rock? +My brother Bizzy, what's really doo-doo, man? (suuuuu) +Young spark that booga foot +(Let's get it, 06, The Cappatilize Project)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Suck My DickYou don't like ILL Bill you can suck my dick +You don't like Non Phixion you can suck my dick +You don't like my dawg Pro you can suck my dick +You don't like Necro you can suck my dick +You don't like Beat Down you can suck my dick +You don't like Uncle Howie you can suck my dick +You don't like J Grand you can suck my dick +Suck my dick +Bitch, you can suck my dick! +[Verse 1] +I keeps it gully, peep the skully +I poke you, I throw a hole through your whole shit +I leave you looking like a blood transfusion gone bad +With no dick, you a hoe, bitch +The only thing you know is you don't know shit +And that's a good thing, peep the heat the hood bring +I be in Brooklyn and everybody know my crew sling +'nough drugs, we 'nough thugs with 'nough guns +The only thing you faggot cats pull out is butt plugs +I got this coke-head lesbian bitch that blow head +That'll shoot you in the dick point-blank range then jet +The gangster of love, grimy like Sanford and Son +My magnum's a drug, splatter you then dance in your blood +I bust repeatedly, I always knew that God hated me, created me +Threw me on a planet that's afraid of me +My date of birth will be the day the Earth learn to hate love +At fourteen is when I first heard Reign in Blood +At fifteen is when I first start to play with guns +At seventeen I ate my first blunt laced with dust +At twenty-one I Shot Reagan and made the papers, son +My life is Non Phixion, sex, drugs and laser guns +Love junkie drug producer, I fucked Medusa plus her two sisters +My clique is murderous, your crew's bitches +Confused victims walk around wounded and oozing liquids +Shoot you then threw the biscuit +In the dumpster, flew to Kingston +I fucked Halle Berry in the bathroom during the Grammy's +Then ate Roumanian steak at Sammy's +We rhyme like we never got paid yet, I face death +Smiling, I die in a shootout with eight feds +Mr. ILL Bill assassinate character witnesses +In courtrooms in front of the judge and jury and their kids +I'm like the side of the Force that the righteous man walks +With a big pistol cocked the fuck back when I talk +MOTHERFUCKERS!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +How I Wanna Live[Intro] +Ooh, Lil Pump, Jetski, yeah (Aye) +Thank You Fizzle +Yeah, yeah, ooh +[Chorus] +I'm livin' life how I wanna live (Ooh) +I'm livin' life how I wanna live (Yeah) +I just moved into another crib (Ooh) +I just bought me a new foreign whip (Chyeah, yeah, yeah) +Maybach with the blue guts (Huh?) +All I need is one nut, uh (Chyeah) +Made that bitch ride on the bus (Ooh) +Pull out the stick and I up (Aye, chyeah) +I'm livin' life how I wanna live (Ooh) +I'm livin' life how I wanna live (Yeah) +I just moved into another crib (Brr) +I just bought me a new foreign whip (Ooh, woah) +Maybach with the blue guts (Chyeah) +All I need is one nut (Huh? Uh, brr) +Made that bitch ride on the bus (Uh) +Pull out the stick and I up (Yeah) +[Verse] +Penthouse, forty-four floors, woah +[?] like stone cold +[?] (Yeah) +AP's skeleton and rose gold +I up the .44 +I hit on her sister, she gettin' over (Ooh) +I got sauce (Sauce) +[?], woah +I'm richer than lot of you oldheads (Aye) +Pick a bitch up in a moped (Yeah) +I pull out a stick, it's a cold red (Fa, fa) +I leave his ass walkin' with one leg (Woo) +I don't give a fuck what his mom said (Nah) +She can get hit with that toolie (Woo) +I play with that pussy like I play acoustic +I slap a Xan with a pussy (Woah) +[Chorus] +I'm livin' life how I wanna live (Ooh) +I'm livin' life how I wanna live (Yeah) +I just moved into another crib (Ooh) +I just bought me a new foreign whip (Chyeah, yeah, yeah) +Maybach with the blue guts (Huh?) +All I need is one nut, uh (Chyeah) +Made that bitch ride on the bus (Ooh) +Pull out the stick and I up (Aye, chyeah) +I'm livin' life how I wanna live (Ooh) +I'm livin' life how I wanna live (Yeah) +I just moved into another crib (Brr) +I just bought me a new foreign whip (Ooh, woah) +Maybach with the blue guts (Chyeah) +All I need is one nut (Huh? Uh, brr) +Made that bitch ride on the bus (Ooh) +Pull out the stick and I up (Chyeah)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +In da Field (Freestyle)[Intro] +Lil Uzi, Yeah yeah +You know I'm savage +"Aye Bully Drop That Shit" +[Verse] +.40 Glock posted on the block +And my shorty pop when that forty stop +You a cold rat informing cops +And all we do is hit the opps +Got a forty shot in your fitted cap +Bitch sucking dick and she been a thot +Riding four Gs with them tie-on locks +She sipping lean, get high a lot +We busting shells and we throwing shots +From Philadel' where they die a lot +You ain't putting in work, you ain't high a lot +Only thing you do is lie a lot +I know some niggas that sock the cops +I know some niggas that shot a cop +I'm 'bout my cream, Promethazine +And I whip the til' my til' my hand lock +She sucking dick, nut in her eyes +Fucked her so hard she feel paralyzed +Lil Uzi vert he a monster +That AK gon' terrorize +I ain't scared nigga I take a life +I ain't got the gun I'll shake the knife +Ain't got that put your shit on ice +She sucking dick she ain't been a dyke +Important (Important) +Yeah my jewels been imported (Imported) +Oh that bitch ain't white I swear she imported (She not) +Flawless, ass so fat it look like a target +I love the farmers +Regular bitch proceed 'em with caution (No, no) +Bargains, I get that lean by the bargains +Flossin' they askin' me how much that shit costin' +Sorry, I can't tell you hoe get off me (Thot) +Sorry, I can't tell you hoe get off me (Thot, thot) +Get off me, I'm winnin' +Lil Uzi be sinnin' (Lil Uzi) +Got a bitch on me +Got hundred racks and I be spending (My nigga) +Platinum plus the grill, can't fuck with no gold (No, no) +Yeah I got a bitch 36 years old (Yeah) +Yeah I got a brick, thirty six O's +Yeah I killed that, feel like I'm the bro +Okay she might be the hoeski, pass her to the broski +Gettin' all this money whip that shit like cannolis +I just did it, spent it spend it +Talkin' on my pivot +Yeah nigga I'm piff (Yeah) +Yeah I'm still on my pivot (Yeah) +I feel like I'm Scottie Pippen +I feel like I'm Jordan (Jordan) +Most of my bitches be whorin' (Be whorin') +I prolly can get that shit +Water whip that brick +Yeah I just got a bitch ice tea like its Brisk +I just killed it +Damn, damn, Lil Uzi (Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi) +Lil Uzi lil uzi thats what the groupies say +Lil uzi, lil uzi, let the toolie spray +Lil uzi, lil uzi the life before the fame (yeah yeah) +You know I'm bout to be on top +You know I just got the old rocks +You know got the hood rocks +Still up in my +I just just get it +I just said just flip it +I turn around and all up out +And know I'm wit' it +Is you with it +You with it, I'm with it +Prometh', Prometh' you know I'ma sip it +[Outro] +Hold up +Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn +Lil Uzi4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Benz Truck (Гелик)[Intro] +Lil Bo Peep with a brand new bitch +In the back of the club with the GothBoiClique +Iced out teeth on an iced out whip +With the limousine tints, you can suck my dick +Friends switch up when you in a Benz truck (Skrrt) +Always wanna fuck, tell a bitch, "Good luck" +Always wanna fuck 'cause I just came up, yeah +(GothBoiClique) +[Chorus] +Lil Bo Peep with a brand new bitch +In the back of the club with the GothBoiClique +Iced out teeth on an iced out whip +With the limousine tints, you can suck my dick +Friends switch up when you in a Benz truck (Skrrt) +Always wanna fuck, tell a bitch, "Good luck" +Always wanna fuck 'cause I just came up +Drugs in my nose, good drugs in my cup +[Verse] +I don't wanna wait now +But I know you gon' make me +Who you wanna hate now? +Pretty soon you gonna hate me (GothBoiClique) +Gettin' to the cake now +All the hate don't faze me +All the money that I make now +I'll never let it change me +I don't wanna wait now +But I know you gon' make me +Who you wanna hate now? +Pretty soon you gonna hate me +Gettin' to the cake now +All the hate don't faze me +All the money that I make now +I'll never let it change me +[Chorus] +Lil Bo Peep with a brand new bitch +In the back of the club with the GothBoiClique +Iced out teeth on an iced out whip +With the limousine tints, you can suck my dick +Friends switch up when you in a Benz truck (Skrrt) +Always wanna fuck, tell a bitch, "Good luck" +Always wanna fuck 'cause I just came up +Drugs in my nose, good drugs in my cup +[Outro] +Lil Bo Peep with a brand new bitch +In the back of the club with the GothBoiClique +Iced out teeth on an iced out whip +With the limousine tints, you can suck my dick184EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Ultralight Prayer[Kirk Franklin] +Father +This prayer is for everyone that feels they're not good enough +This prayer's for everybody that feels they're too messed up +For everyone that feels they've said "I'm sorry" too many times +Let them know that's why you took the nail +So we could have eternal life +If all God's children would get down on their knees and pray +And give up all of those things that pull our hearts away +You will forgive all of our wrong and make us brand new again +But I won't make it, God, if you let go of my hand +That's why we need more (Faith!) +Yes, I'm searching for you, I'm looking for (More!) +Yes I am, in Your arms is where I feel (Safe!) +They're killing our babies in the streets, I call out for (War!) +I need just a little bit more of some (Faith!) +Just a mustard seed, I'm looking for You for (More!) +Prayer for our homes and our families +We just wanna be (Safe!) +Can't you hear the trumpet sound, I think I hear (War!) + +What The Hell[Hook] +Nigga what? What? +What the hell are y'all looking for? +Can't a black woman make money anymore? +What the hell are y'all looking for? +Can't a black girl write rhymes anymore? +C'mon, what the hell are y'all looking for? +Can't a black woman get money anymore? +Nah really +What the fuck are you looking at? +Seriously, stop it +[Verse] +Logically I should be ahead of the game +Pass spit flame rhymes, passed in fame time so I claim mine +Contain minors ready to bust, steadily cuss you +Like a T-Tourette's stutter motherfucker none of you want it +I'm pumping your stomach, I'm hungry I need it you waste it +I'm creeping so close that I can finally taste it +It's fire like bile an hour one mile +With the final destination God bless me, the child +And all the trials and tribulations compiled to make me +I'm still faceless but they all see +Number 3 on the wait list, flow is weightless +And my show is graced with an impeccable sense of hatred +Smile sinister rhyme regular never get it +I administer punishment like the bad lieutenant +I'm Flo Jo with a bad knee, I go slow +Except when guns blow I'm Joyner-Kersee +I know y'all enjoyin' the curse at first listen +Then change your positions by the start of verse 3 +Give in, screw till it hurts but remove your distaste +Before I prove your waist jerks the other way from face first +Pray till God stops answerin' but you may not get off your knees +Till He himself puts a hand on 'em +I'm penning anthems this year, get up and stand for them +Up your grands and pennies I got plans for them +Do a handstand on your bandstand right in your show man +Kick a speaker left stage in the front row +Run slow even at gun smoke, my lungs toke +Enough shit to make a fireman think he gonna choke +Done woke yet? I shine like the sun but don't set +So bright, still not in my prime yet +Cut off your privates get blood on your eyelids +Red splash so high then it rains on you violent +Try and test you get divided with pliers I'm restless +I got you on a death wish check list +Like Uma Thurman I'm losin' hurt them +Insert your crew here jerk red dot murder them +I can't stop serving 'em, I am not certain +That you're real clear Jean is the sickest, you're learning 'em +Get your bars up like cali done said +I got mine, it's just over your head now +[Hook] +What the hell are you looking for? +Can't a black woman make money anymore? +C'mon, what the fuck are you looking for? +Can't a black girl write rhymes anymore? Shit! +What the fuck are y'all looking for? +Can't a black woman make money anymore nigga? +Nah seriously +Don't fucking look at me, I'll fucking smack you +Stop fucking looking at me +I'll fucking smack you right, right in the fucking face + +I Wonder Freestyle[Verse 1] +Have you ever wondered where'd it all really went? +Wondered if you'd ever, ever find your dreams? +Wondered if you'd ever, ever find your dreams? +Wondered if life had never been that it seems? +Wondered if life is all about the high beams? +The flashin' light, tryin' to get your money right +And you be up all night, tryin' to stay fresh today +Fresh like Mr. West and I'm proudly the best +I been sold on to that guest +Uh, the number one on the charts +Why is that? Because I rap from the heart +What I always did from the start +How I always played my part +Uh, they thought I was so crazy, I got a deal with Jay Z +Now they got to pay me and they looked up lately +I sold a million the first week +'Member when I just sold my first beat +Shit can change and it never stayed the same +Ma, I wonder, I wonder what it would be now +What it would be now, you all standin' in the crowd +Ten thousand, now they hate everythin' now +Everythin' now +Or every single I dropped now, I dropped now +Tryin' do everythin' to keep shit hot now +And the media, they diss me, diss me +They say I'm so fuckin' evil +Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo, what the fuck do he know? +Cause I'm gonna say my, my shit +And I'm gonna talk my, my shit +And they can suck my, my, my, my +I wonder why they talk so bad +Have they ever had a artist that's so mad? +And they will never realize what they have +Somebody real in the industry +If nobody's real, then I guess it's me +And they, "Freedom," and it's not free +Cause every time I talk freely they attack me +They give me backlash, backlash, backlash +Black, but they can kiss my ass, my ass, my ass, my ass +I say, "Why ask? Why ask? Why?" +Try but try, can they's fly? +Now touch the sky, touch the sky, touch the sky +And I wonder, baby, to can know what it means +What we know +And I wonder, baby, if you know what it means + +Crime Wave[Produced by Team Demolition] +[Intro] +Yeah +Yeah yeah, yeah yeah +[Chorus] +When the strap out, you know what that 'bout +We do it my way, cause a crime wave +Woah – wave – woah – wave +I wave the heat to eat, waive my right to speak +Plead the fifth y'all, don’t tell 'em shit y'all +Woah – wave – woah – wave +[Verse 1] +I'm not telling you to shoot somebody +But if somebody try to shoot you, shoot 'em +Don't waste time, little nigga, just do it +Any nigga out of order must be serviced +See now, now you hesitating, boy, you making me nervous +The Feds know I clap heat, felonies on my rap sheet +Front on me, try to run from me, hollows heat up your back, B +Pistol pop, copper top, burn, baby, burn +Revolver spin again and again and niggas never learn +Got a itchy itchy itchy itchy trigger finger, nigga +So if you hit me and you get me, I'll be back to get ya +Man I might bring the homies in that's if it's necessary +See, you might not be worried, but I think you should worry +Them bullets come in flurries, next thing you know, you're buried +Yeah, I do away with nine niggas in nine days +My nine sprays when shit don't go my way +Hold it sideways, fuck around, cause a crime wave +[Chorus] +When the strap out, you know what that 'bout +We do it my way, cause a crime wave +Woah – wave – woah – wave +I wave the heat to eat, waive my right to speak +Plead the fifth y'all, don’t tell 'em shit y'all +Woah – wave – woah – wave +[Post-Chorus] +Yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah +Yeah yeah, yeah yeah +[Verse 2] +I talk about my arsenal, I rap about my infantry +Them crackers they be scared of me, the hood man, they into me +Yeah, I'm #1 on Forbes +Yeah, they can't fuck with your boy +Tax time is crack time, I flip that, get that back +Louie V. nap sack filled up with G-stacks +I'm sick in the head, me, I'm all 'bout the bread +Go 'head fuck with the kid, see it's just what I said +See the stash, I'm making double, making kilos bubble +Gem star, boy, I cut you til' your ma don't know you +See, when we play, them warriors come out to play +You wanna play? Get your ass laid out today +See, I'm back on the shit I was on before +So if a nigga try to stunt, we gon' take 'em to war +[Chorus] +When the strap out, you know what that 'bout +We do it my way, cause a crime wave +Woah – wave – woah – wave +I wave the heat to eat, waive my right to speak +Plead the fifth y'all, don’t tell 'em shit y'all +Woah – wave – woah – wave +[Outro] +Man, I be on some other shit, these niggas can't fuck with me +Yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah +The homie said he fuck with me, I have him hit you up for me +Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Fight for youI'm lost without you +I'm hurt without you +Can't breathe without you +I'm lost without you +I'm hurt without you +Can't breathe without you +But ill rise, for you +Fight for you +Strike for you +Win for you, until the end +Fight for you +Ill survive for you +Win for you until the end +Until the end +Until the end +Fight for you +Strike for you +Win for you, until the end +Fight for you +I will kill for you +Until the end + +Touch the Sky[Produced by K-Lassik Beats] +[Hook: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo] +Man I run this rap shit +Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high +Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls +Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high +R.I.P. to 2Pac +Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high +Nigga roll that good shit +Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high +[Verse 1: 50 Cent] +You wanna dance, let's dance nigga, I take you to the prom +I'm armed, trey-pound in my palm, I'm calm nigga +My momma made a baby boy, the hood made a man +My first 14 grams, took that and made a grand +I do this, you knew this, I told you pussy +Your fate, your death day'll fucking come if you push me +Have you like E.I. E.I., uh-oh after the four-four blow +I get low, they say I go like a pro +It's a wrap and I'm ghost in the smoke like a roach +You've been clapped and in fact there's no coming back from that +I'm the last of my breed, no Henny, no weed +Just my vest and my semi in the back of the Bentley +Enage, a mirage, see I'm there, then I'm gone +Cause my lawyers are strong and my money is long +So when I'm right I'm right, and when I'm wrong I'm right +I hit your ass up right, nigga it's nighty-night +[Hook: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo] +Man I run this rap shit +Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high +Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls +Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high +R.I.P. to 2Pac +Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high +Nigga roll that good shit +Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high +[Verse 2: Tony Yayo] +Ayo, I'm higher than a pilot, man, I catch a body, man +Beat the case, I lie on the poly-gram +These O.G.'s talking 'bout, back in the days +I have a R.I.P. sign on your MySpace page +I'm in your top 8 nigga, drop 8 nigga +G-C-T Coupe, it's sour grape nigga +I'm an ape nigga, a guerilla in the mist +I hold weight, nigga, my connect got bricks +I went gold, you went platinum, we still got the same cars +Same house, and still fuck the same broads +Dreams of fucking an R&B bitch +Damn you look good girl but get your teeth fixed +I'm the Teflon Don boy, I get busy +Your next two songs you do them shits with Pretty Ricky +Seven-sixty, drive by light tint +With two hoes in the whip looking like flint +[Hook: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo] +Man I run this rap shit +Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high +Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls +Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high +R.I.P. to 2Pac +Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high +Nigga roll that good shit +Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up highEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +Afro[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Three, uh +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I'm bout to shoot at a nigga, no layup +I pull up and step back and I get my J up, yea +Point-blank, I shoot at a nigga +Or shoot at her nigga from far like I'm Trae Young +Shoot at a nigga, no airball, ooh +Shoot at a nigga, no backboard +I break a full court press up at half-court +That's no cap like an afro +[Verse: Lil Wayne] +I swing that stick like Wayne Gretzky +I keep a K on me like I'm Coach K, Mike Krzyzewski +Hope you set tripping, then I gotta send shots +Get your whole set shot, quiet on the set bitch +Shoot at a nigga, no bank shot +Check the game clock, nigga, time is too precious +I shoot at a nigga, no rebound +Shoot the whole team down, rookies and veterans +She give me face time, no texting +She give me face through the zipper, bow +Open face, Tunechi got shooters like Golden State +Shoot at a nigga, no dribble, no handle +Shoot at a nigga, no dribble, no travel +Shoot at a nigga, no Euro-step +Still have my dribble, ain't using my pivot yet +Aim at his rim, and I hit the net +Shoot at the cheerleaders, blood on the pom-poms +Shoot your coach up, shoot the sidelines +Court side seats, get blood on the popcorn +Shoot you like Jordan, like Bron-Bron +Shoot at a nigga like Harden from the outside +Nigga can't guard, can't block mine +Shoot at a nigga, going hard from the foul line +He don't call, it's a hotline +Shoot at a nigga, no double-dribble +Shoot at a nigga, no crossover +Driveway looking like a toy store +I'ma ball, I'ma never turn the ball over +I'ma shoot at a nigga, on Mula +Pull up with two hundred guns, it's a shootout +Shoot at a nigga, no hooping, no hoopla +Tunechi, lil nigga, No Ceilings, no rooftop +I'm 'bout to spray at that nigga, no drizzle +Get down and lay down lil nigga, no pillow +I light up a J on a nigga, no Leno +I'm slime everyday on a nigga, no schedule +All ofthese lil' niggas claiming they killas +Just holding up guns, taking pictures in the mirror +Pop me a seal, I pour a line and reseal it +Then I laugh at these niggas +Don't they look like my children? +Giggle, giggle, giggle, giggle +She lick it right after I bust—that shit tickle +She swallow a shot glass of nut like tequila +She like to talk when she fuck, I couldn't hear her +She like to walk on my rug, it's chinchilla +She wan' fuck on my rug, I say, "Bitch, that's chinchilla" +She like to masturbate while on her period +Then suck her finger, I swear she the weirdest +My trigger finger, that's all with my blood +Used to party with bloods, now Hollywood drugs +Got bitches on drugs in the car waiting for us +Waiting on there to fuck and then all day we fucking +And all night we bucking, all white, the cups in it +Cocaine is soft, all white deluxe +And his head might come off and you might see his guts +And it might make you barf and the memory blush +Run it, run it +I can't keep up 'cause I might be on blow +And I might be on rush, yeah, I might be on slow +'Cause I might be on codeine and promethazine +This ain't minor league bruh, I need ice in my punchy +Put ice on my nuts, that be icy as fuck +I'll be icy icy, very pricey +I be so lit up they call me "Chris Lighty" +You could get lit up just for some enlightment +Fuck the indictments +I fuck the crystal and I fuck the diamond +I fuck some swimmers, and I fuck some divers +Never been fishy, but I fuck the Pisces +I fuck the simple and I fuck the silent +I fuck the gentle and I fuck the kindly +I fuck the physical, I fuck the violent +Then I fuck the mental and I fuck the body +[Chorus: Lil Wayne] +I'm bout to shoot at a nigga, no layup +I pull up and step back and I get my J up, yeah +Point blank I shoot at a nigga +Or shoot at her nigga from far like I'm Trae Young +Shoot at a nigga, no airball, ooh +Shoot at a nigga, no backboard +I break a full court press up at half-court +That's no cap like an afro, ooh +[DJ Drop: DJ Khaled] +Ayo, check this out, this is DJ Khaled +And I want to give a big shoutout to Lil Wayne, No Ceilings 3 +But I want the people to know, Part 2 is coming soon +Lil Wayne the greatest, Young Money, 'pon your head2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Wowzers[Intro: Lil Wayne] +Soulja Boy on the beat +Ayy! +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK +My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK +My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh +My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh, bitch! +[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] +Lay on the bed, open that twat +I French kiss that pussy, like muah +Sit on my face, M-U-A-H +Before I eat that pussy, I say my grace +Girl I'm nastier than him, I don't know why you still with him +Beat that pussy, go to sleep, she got that Tylenol P.M +Fuck that bitch until she tired, 'til she tired like a rim +Give her head like a brim, it tastes good, M-M-M +Pussy monster in her closet, full of surprises +I give full body massages, I hope that pussy smell like a violet +I hope that pussy warmer than luke and sweet as Godiva +Suck this dick and swallow that nut and call it Penis colada +Lift up that mini-skirt, that's my dinner desert +She fell in love with the Martian, I said you too down to Earth +Man, these hoes love Wayne, got a bunch of dimes, that's chump change +This shit is target practice and your bitch is my gun range +[Hook: Lil Wayne] +My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK +My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK +My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh +My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh, bitch! +[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] +My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK +Down here waiting for her to come like payday +Hoping this juice is sweeter than baked cake +She say it's for Tunechi, she lie with a straight face +But I'm trying to eat healthier, so I ate a veggie +Sucked on that pussy, I feel better already +She say "Tunechi go slower" and Tunechi went faster +My tongue is a motor, my dick is a NASCAR +Whipped cream on that pussy, dickhead like a bullet +If her hair real I'mma pull it, hope that ass feel like a cushion +I give her wood when he wouldn't? I hope that pussy tastes like pudding +And I get that ho the boot, hold up, let me put my foot in (Tunechi) +Got a sweet tooth, candy yam pussy +I'mma leave that ass smoking like a Amsterdam tourist man +These hoes love Wayne, got a bunch of dimes, that's chump change +This shit is target practice and your bitch is my gun range +[Hook:] +My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK +My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK +My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh +My tongue go brrrr, my dick go bahh, bitch! +[Verse 3: Trina] +Lay on that bed, open your mouth +This pussy so clean like soap in your mouth +I do my lil' dance, he scoping me out +If that dick like a tree watch me build a treehouse +Ok, the baddest bitch in this bitch, got the fattest clique in this bitch +You might drown, you better start doggy paddling in this bitch +I'm Trin, B nigga? Queen nigga, sleep in this pussy, dream nigga +I stay on that dick like a fucking balance beam nigga +Hair pull, neck grab, don't fuck with hoes that backstab +Don't fuck with niggas that ain't got shit, if I fucked a nigga then that's my dick +My mouth a jacuzzi, my pussy a safe place +Fuck me 'til daybreak, then you can go skate, Trina14EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Nu Uh[Intro] +Don't talk to me, nuh-huh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh +Uh-huh, chyeah, ooh, brrt, Lil Pump +Ooh (Danny, I see you) +Ooh (Hehehehe, Misogi) +[Chorus] +Don't talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh) +Don't stare at me, nuh-uh (Ooh) +Yeah, I done glowed up (Chyeah) +Then I fucked your bitch, uh-huh (Uh-huh) +What's your name? Lil Pump (Brrt) +Told that bitch shut up (Chyeah) +I drink a lotta lean (Ooh), pop a lotta pills (Brrt) +So you know I stay fucked up (Damn) +Don't talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh) +Don't stare at me, nuh-uh (Chyeah) +Don't talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh) +Don't stare at me, nuh-uh (Ooh) +Nuh-uh (Ooh), nuh-uh (Ooh) +Nuh-uh, nuh-uh (Chyeah) +Nuh-uh (Ooh), nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh +[Verse] +Don't talk to me (Brrt) +Smashed your ho, she said you a rookie, uh-huh (Chyeah) +Real drug addict, what up? +Woke up in the morning, wonder how to get fucked up (Ooh) +Swear to God shit won't stop, ten hoes in the yacht +Even got your sister and your mom (Damn) +Still do drugs on house arrest (Ooh) +Bitch, I forgot the day we met (Huh?) +Failed math class, two percent (Two) +Pint of Hi-Tech on my desk (Tech) +I don't like school anyway (Brrt) +Dropped out, made a million dollars next day (Ooh, chyeah) +Yeah, I found my teacher on Backpage (Ooh) +Pop three Xans and I go on a rampage (Damn) +Get geeked up on a Sunday (Chyeah) +Crash the Porsche, left it on the highway (Brrt) +Goddamn, my life's so good (Goddamn) +Grandma sold crack and she still in the hood (Ooh) +Told her ass work 'cause all she do is cook +Learned how to sell crack 'fore I learned to read a book (Wow) +[Chorus] +Don't talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh) +Don't stare at me, nuh-uh (Ooh) +Yeah, I done glowed up (Chyeah) +Then I fucked your bitch, uh-huh (Uh-huh) +What's your name? Lil Pump (Brrt) +Told that bitch shut up (Chyeah) +I drink a lotta lean (Ooh), pop a lotta pills (Brrt) +So you know I stay fucked up (Damn) +Don't talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh) +Don't stare at me, nuh-uh (Chyeah) +Don't talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh) +Don't stare at me, nuh-uh (Ooh) +Nuh-uh (Ooh), nuh-uh (Ooh) +Nuh-uh, nuh-uh (Chyeah) +Nuh-uh (Ooh), nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Nothing Out There for Me[Intro: Beyoncé, Missy] +There ain't nothin' out there! +A Missy Elliot exclusive +*phone ringing* +I know one thing Beyoncé better not answer this phone +Hundred ladies ain't free, I ain't got no money either shoot +We 'posed to been at the club +Hello? +Beyoncé I know you ain't lettin' dat broke down, insecure +LL Cool J wanna be nigga keep you in da house for another Friday +Yo just, just go ahead I'mma stay here wit' my man +Ain't nothin' out there for me +[Verse 1: Beyoncé (Missy)] +My man don't like my friends +(Girl yo man ain't no good why he tryin' to keep you in?) +He say they influence me +(If I was an influence I woulda been said leave) +But boy I love him so +(Girl we late for the club, why you still don't wanna roll?) +Cuz I got my prize right here +(See, the guys at da party) +Ain't nothin' out there for me (Come on) +[Chorus: Missy & Beyoncé] +Ain't nothin' out there for me, this is where I wanna be +I done already been in the streets +And ain't came across nothin' so sweet +He's the only man that I love, and I don't need more than one +So don't worry when I'm hangin' out +He's the only one that I'm thinkin' about +[Verse 2: Beyoncé (Missy)] +I know he's insecure, everytime I leave out the door +(You lettin' him spoil yo' night? Live ya life, you ain't even his wife) +He ain't gotta worry bout' me cuz' I got somethin' more sweet +(Oh, you must got a diamond ring) +And I know I'm so lucky ain't nothin' +[Chorus: Missy & Beyoncé] +Ain't nothin' out there for me, this is where I wanna be +I done already been in the streets +And ain't came across nothin' so sweet +He's the only man that I love, and I don't need more than one +So don't worry when I'm hangin' out +He's the only one that I'm thinkin' about +[Bridge: Beyonce] +I really love him, he's my baby fo sho (my baby) +I can show him, I love him more then ever before (And I love him) +And he don't know I'm in love +Like the time that we met (I adore him) +I adore him and no man has come closer then that (I love him) +I really love him, he's my baby fo sho (my baby) +I can show him, I love him more then ever before (And I love him) +And he don't know I'm in love +Like the time that we met (I adore him) +I adore him and no man has come closer then that (I adore him) +[Chorus: Missy & Beyoncé] +Ain't nothin' out there for me, this is where I wanna be +I done already been in the streets +And ain't came across nothin' so sweet +He's the only man that I love, and I don't need more than one +So don't worry when I'm hangin' out +He's the only one that I'm thinkin' about +[Outro: Beyoncé, Missy (Beyoncé)] +Look, you goin' or what? +Go ahead I'mma stay here wit' my man +Ain't nothin' out there for me +There's a lotta guys wit' cash and they like to spend money fast +Now is you sure about dat? +I'm chillin' wit' my man wha part don't you understand? +Yeah I'm sure about dat +I think you should really go, I heard the party is outta control +Make sure you sure about that +I don't care about no club +Cuz my man is all I love, yeah I'm sure about that +Don't let em' blow ya high, go out and have a nice time +Is you sure about that? +Girl I do not get high and wit' him I'm spendin' all my time +Yeah, I'm sure about that +Ok stay wit cha man, I'll be at the club doin' my dance, woo! (You’re the only one that I'm thinkin' about) + +Dedication 2[Lil Wayne] +{whispers} Dedication 2... +[DJ Drama] +Alright I think you ready this time +Y'all know what I come here for +Call me the iPod King +Call me Mr. Thanksgiving +Call me whatever the fuck you want +[Nancy Sinatra] +Bang bang, I shot you down +Bang bang, you hit the ground +Bang bang, that awful sound +Bang bang... I used to shoot you down +[Lil Wayne] +Hah, Dedication 2, that's right, you already... +Wake up motherfuckers it's Weezy, you got a problem? +Heads to them Katrina victims, we still mobbin' +Shiny black coupe at night look like a goblin +AK on the backseat, baby it's so-{*record rewinds*} +Wake up motherfuckers it's Weezy, you got a problem? +Heads to them Katrina victims, we still mobbin +Shiny black coupe at night look like a goblin +AK on the backseat, baby it's so vivrant +Watch me let it spray like a hydrant, can't dodge it +You not gettin' wet in the rain is not logic +She won't give that pussy to Wayne, I'm so obliged just +Live and direct from inside of ya bitch body +And, hi there ho what do ya know I'm ridin' +In the same streets my pops died in, I got 'em and +I get that money tell my momma I'm grindin' +And I'll be coming home with our future in my pocket +Shoot you if you block it, leave a nigga awkward +Murder the adults and let the kids get adopted +Sit it in the pot and watch me rise to power +Gettin' out twenty American pies an hour +Goddamn, excuse ma'am but I'm the man +And you better put my money in my hand, stop playin'! +Got ends, no friends, just brothers one color +And I spread the motherfucker all over your room shutters +Yeah, they knew better I'm two letters +I'm like M.J. and 2-3 and O.G., yeah I'm low-key +Cause niggas and bitches is police +I roll leaf, patching up the game's slow leak +I'm Weezy baby! +Lemme catch my breath... {breathing} +Ok... +Pussy-ass.. pussy-ass.. pussy-ass.. pussy.. +Pussy-ass niggas, fake fraud-ass niggas +Tryna save the past, SIM card-ass niggas +Them broads laugh at ya, them niggas won't kill ya +And them niggas that's with ya, could die right with ya +I'll be shootin everything up in my eyesight mister +I say I might miss ya, but lil' FeFe gon' hit ya +And lil' Currensy'll split ya, Mack Maine'll straight flip ya +Let Taz Po ship ya, then we'll all forget ya +I'm sittin' in the kitchen like "How can we all get richer?" +Got paint on my hands from painting the perfect picture +Then I tell lil' Josh, roll up the perfect Swisher +God damn the hurricane, to the weed man, we miss ya +I'm the best just listen, I ain't what the game been missin' +Ask my nigga Juelz, I been here since twelve +Ten shells, let 'em save themselves +Fuck them niggas and they pals, pal, pow!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Destruction of a Guard (Remix)[Chorus: Raekwon] +POP POP POP, when it shots, whose to blame? +Three get dropped and removed from the game +One get knocked, now his whole life is changed +Cuz he's so far from freeing the world, that seem strange +[GZA] +I come from a place where they say, death comes too soon +Where the hoods on the block, dance to a different tune +Every night and every day, hotels of foul play +Turns fatal, when this hostile land of AK's +On any date, not wait to pump them rounds +The reminder; it's a murderer stomping ground +With one less witness, gunned down in the staircase +Who had led his crew, but he was moving at a snail's pace +Many suspects, many possible motives +Just kept coming with unstoppable explosives +The weak fold in these most extreme conditions +While the rivals quickly strengthen their position +The mission was to move in, with sheer brute force +And lives, they get lost, on a collision course +The streets are fascinating, so they gotta explore it more +But not without walking through some hurricane corridors +Become the most wanted, life can seem haunted +Thugs and agents who work closely up on it +Patriotic hustlers that kill for presidents +Conceal the truth, but can't hide the evidence +A man died holding some dice that he was shaking +Like a bank stop, but no valuables was taken +Shot at 8:45, but he died at 9 +A video was the most precise witness to the crime, it's on +[Chorus 2X] +[Hook: Ras Kass] +Uh, crips and bloods, bricks and thugs +Clips and thugs, that's gangsta +Lifes, more disciples, send me assault riffles +Bust if he don't like you, that's gangsta +O-3-1's, and, Latin Kings with +Dirty guns, that's gangsta +Shot dozen coppers, Mexican mafias +Killing innocent, and son they dons +[Ras Kass] +Yo, a view to a killing, aim two to the ceiling +When niggas started illin', random chick catch a stray +Now her whole nose is peeling, and some girls is squeeling +So the po-po's concealing the exits +The four-four's grilling at the next shit +Homey's wetless, when they tech spit +Death is something, that's the best shit +Niggas play XBox 360, wet shit +Halo 2 and SoCom, fresh paws hit the block +There go Saddam, muthafuckas know your moms +But get frustrated and blow your bombs +Little niggas is too small to hold they arms +Drex' should of thought about that, before get gone +Sixteen years old getting charged as adult +Conservatives, want harsher sentences but get no result +And I still can't read a burner, maybe I'm part of the problem +But when the war's going on outside, you know the outcome +[Chorus 2X] + +Conceited (There’s Something About Remy) - Album Version (Edited)See, this ain't nuttin that you use to +Out of the ordinary, unusual +You gotta have the mind state like "I'm so great" +Can't nobody do it like you do +Miraculous, phenomenal +And ain't nobody in here stoppin' you +Show no love 'cause you wassup +Look at yaself in the mirror like what the fuck +Damn, I look good +And can't nobody freak it like I could +Yeah, OK, I got a little fat, but +My shorty told me that he like it like that +I'm happy +Another me there never can be +See, I'm so outstandin' +Don't care if they can't stand me +I'm sittin' on top of the world like Brandy +See, I look too good for this necklace +And I look too good to be wearing this +You know I look way too good to be innocent +I'm conceited. I got a reason +See, I look way too good to be driving that +And I look too good to be buying that +You know I look way too good to be trying that +I'm conceited. I got a reason +Now who's that peaking in my window? +Nobody 'cause I live in a penthouse +Baby, I'm sorry, but I'm sexy +And all I want you to do is just bless me, let's see +This kid that I'm waitin' on +He said he love when my jeans look painted on +Wit a tight white tee, you ain't quite like me +Probably why I'm always getting hated on +Now shorty trynna push up on me like a Wonderbra +Listen, when I speak out I wouldn't want you take it wrong +Now number one, I don't need you +Ya name's Q, I only see you when I see you +Listen two, you can never play me +(Why is that? Why is that?) +'Cause I'm such a fuckin' lady +Three, it's all about me and I don't wanna talk about it +If you love to hear it, here it go +I wrote a song about it +See, I look too good to be fucking you +And I look too good to be loving you +You know I look way too good to stuck with you +I'm conceited. I got a reason +See, I look too good to be gettin' with +And I look too good to be havin' kids +You know I look way too good to be in the crib +I'm conceited. I got a reason +Oh, oh, oh, oh +I don't know what I'm doing +I can't stop, my body gone moving +I'm boppin' and poppin' to the music +He's watching me and he's about to lose it +I'm droppin' that hotta den drop it like its hot +Face down, ass up wit some new shit +I'm outta control wit it +Dip it low, pick it up slow, poke it out, now roll wit it +My thong showin', but it's cool, my shoes go wit it +Now all I need is a room wit a pole in it +See, I look good and I'm knowin it +But I was never to proud to be showin it +See, I look too good for this necklace +And I look too good to be wearing this +You know I look way too good to be innocent +I'm conceited. I got a reason +See, I look way too good to be driving that +And I look too good to be buying that +You know I look way too good to be trying that +I'm conceited. I got a reason + +Nasty[Produced by Salaam Remi] +[Intro: Nas & Big Kap] +(Y'all ready for Nas? +Queensbridge, y'all ready to see Nasty Nas? +Uh huh, they ready) +Yeah, word +Got some Rémy Martin +And some good-ass cigars, check it out +[Verse 1: Nas] +Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend with diesel in his needle +Queensbridge leader, no equal +I come from the Wheel of Ezekiel +To pop thousand-dollar bottles of Scotch +Smoke pot and heal the people +Any rebuttal to what I utter get box-cutter'd +Count how many bad honeys I slut, it's a high number +Name a nigga under the same sky that I'm under +Who gets money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder +Eyes flutter, it's love when Nas pops up +Stars get starstruck, panties start drippin' +The ways of Carlito, blaze, torpedo cigars +Drop Rolls, hoes drop clothes +Louis the XIII, freaks, women nice size +I ride like Porsches, thick, brown and gorgeous +It ain't my fault, semi-automatic weapons I brought +The world crazy, I'm rich and I'm girl-crazy +Dick 'em, convince ‘em all to praise me +They ideology is confusion, I lose 'em +Fellates me, who hate me? My gun off safety +Since the Tunnel and Skate Key, my jewelry in HD +[Verse 2: Nas] +Silent rage, pristine in my vintage shades +I'm not in the winters of my life or the beginning stage +I am the dragon +Maserati, pumpin' Biggie, the great legend +Blastin', I'm after the actress who played Faith Evans +My little Jackie Onassis, dig? +I'm so high I never land like Mike Jackson's crib +Vest on, .45 still crack ya rib, sacrilege +Talk trash 'bout the Nasty kid +Past nasty now, I'm gross and repulsive +Talk money, is you jokin'? +Cash everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa +In the walls, in the cars, in my wallet, in my pocket +On the floors, ceilings, the safe, bitch, I got it +You envy, but don't offend me +I'm skinny, but still I'm too big for a Bentley +You are your car, what could represent me? +Too Godly to be a Bugatti, you honestly +Must design me somethin' Tommy Montana from Queens had before the 90's +Drug dealer car, rush to the bar +Move, niggas! We don't give a fuck who you are +Black card heavy like a magnet in my stitched denims +Pretty women see them saggin' +Bet a hundred stacks niggas'll run it back +Just havin' fun, I ain't even begun to black +Light another blunt in fact, haha... +[Interlude: Nas] +(Nasty) Nasty kid +(Nasty) Yeah... +(Nasty) The kid! (Nasty) Yeah... +(Nasty) Nasty kid (Nasty) +[Verse 3: Nas] +For the hustlers, thick as yellow bitches for the suck of it +Got a bunch of niggas in prison braggin' +Saying, "It was Nas I used to hustle with" +I display fashions while my lungs engage hashish +Guns on my waist, past this +Since I'm cakin' up, put funds in my safe, laughin' +And joinin' the blunt passin' you niggas was straight assin' +Excuse the vulgarity, I'm still not fully adjusted +Or used to the new fans hearin' me spit rapidly +I never see the whips niggas be claimin' they drivin' +I guess entertainment means blatantly lyin' +Fake it 'til you make it, I've driven those toys +Been in them wars, in the streets, cops kickin' in doors +For my team, nigga, your flow cheap as limousine liquor +I’m no fake rap CD listener, sit back and roll a mean swisher +For my G's, tell these clowns make room for the king, niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +’93 Stretch & Bobbito Freestyle[Big L] +You better flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks +L be keepin’ niggas hearts pumpin’ like Reeboks +It's the nigga that bitches suck and sweat +Faggots I buck and wet +Disrespect and I'm a break your fuckin’ neck +I'm known to put a cap in a duck face +I spray guns, fuck mace +I'm a nutcase from a rough place +It's called Uptown +Front and get bucked down +Walk through with jewels on, that ass'll get stuck clown +I got styles you can't copy, bitch +It's the triple six in the mix +Straight from H-E double hockey sticks +I'm the devil's son, like my song said +I smash niggas like cornbread +You can't kill me, I was born dead +I wet shit up like a floodage +Me and my crew peel caps and carry gats like it's luggage +I'm nowhere near trash, so step to the rear fast +Before I have your queer ass cryin’ like tear gas +Every day I gain clout and my game sprout +Some niggas'll still be virgins if crack never came out +The Big L's hard to kill, when my squad gets ill +You better guard your grill, before you get scarred for real +Big L is a large boss +Known for puttin’ more holes in a nigga body than a golf course +I'm crazy quick to knock a duck off +I'll pull out then buck off +And tear a nigga grill right the fuck off +You'll get smoked like a Phillie fast +‘cause your shit is really trash +Fuck around, I’ll swing on ya silly ass +It's Big L the crime converter +Sayin’ peace to all the niggas in jail doin’ time for murder +I wreck the mic, plus the whole stage +Rockin’ cornrow braids +I'm killin’ muthafuckers like old age +Known to have a hottie open +I keep a shotty smokin’ +Front and get half the bones in ya body broken +I never false teach, so listen as the boss preach +I only rock leathers by Marc Buchanan and North Beach +I'm makin’ rap hits, I snap flicks at mack chicks +Just the slim ones, you won't see L with no fat bitch +Yo I'm the nigga that they call A.W.O.L +Punks, I slay all, on my spare time I play ball +In the playgrounds, I spray clowns with trey pounds +Makin’ gs from transportin’ kis on Greyhounds +My shit is kickin’ like a sensei +I'm smoother than Ben Gay +Comprende? +I'm outtie like M.J +So Herb McGruff +My mellow, my nigga +Get on the mic and pull the MC triggerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy + +To the Top[Intro] +Yeah +Free G-Five, on a G5 +Yeah yeah yeah +[Chorus] +Toast to 'em all +She said she love me but I know the truth, she been fuckin' my dawg (my dawg and all) +Lately I been feelin' crazy so I ain't been answerin' calls +I just been gettin' the money and savin' it +Keepin' my back on the wall +I'm never gon' fall +Straight to the money no stop +I'ma go straight to the stars +Free all of my niggas sittin' in the cell blocks +I'ma give it all I got +I'ma go straight to the stars +Condo at the top floor +We was so high, you can ask God +You can ask God +[Verse 1] +I know they hate it, I see they faces, they mad I made it +I'm on they ass, I'm gettin' this bag, I ran it up fast +Stand up in they chest no apology +Mama sent a text that she proud of me +Youngins in the hood watchin' out for me +Money all colors like Monopoly +Park the Jeep, hop in the Vet +Stay on they ass, stay on they neck +Keep me a check +Viper came yellow, I painted it red +And I paid cash, you heard what I said +Goin' crazy, I been feelin' the rage +Last year I was sittin' in the cage +This year I'm goin' all the way +Taking drugs, tryna ease the pain +I see 'em watchin' +They on my drip, they tryna follow the wave +They on my page +They know that I'm paid, ain't been in town in days +Most of these niggas they old news +All these bitches been ran through +I'ma save all the fifties and keep the hundreds +Then spend all the dubs on getting money +Straight from the 'jects to a jet +We been gettin' real fly +Free G-Five, on a G5 +Balmain denim, no Levis +Strapped to a T, who want war with us +Dually sit up like an armored truck +I brought it out, it's a one of one +Nigga screaming gang, they ain't one of us +[Chorus] +Toast to 'em all +She said she love me but I know the truth, she been fuckin' my dawg (my dawg and all) +Lately I been feelin' crazy so I ain't been answerin' calls +I just been gettin' the money and savin' it +Keepin' my back on the wall +I'm never gon' fall +Straight to the money no stop +I'ma go straight to the top +Free all of my niggas sittin' in the cell blocks +I'ma give it all I got +I'ma go straight to the stars +Condo at the top floor +We was so high, you can ask God +You can ask God +[Verse 2] +Draped down in Gucci, she rock Givenchy, she matchin' my fly +I know it's wrong, but fuck if it's wrong, I don't wanna be right +Let's take a trip, if we leave now, we can land tonight +We gon' take a trip to Dubai, guarantee you won't see nobody +Nobody safe where I come from +Young niggas goin' straight dumb +Fifty hollow tips in each drum +Throwing fours up with lil one +Hoppin' out trucks, we suited up, we ready for war, yeah +Yeah that's my boy, that's really my dawg +We went from boys to men +[Outro] +Straight to the money no stop +I'ma give it all I got +I'ma give it all I got +I'ma give it all I got +Straight to the money no stop +I'ma go straight to the top +I'ma go straight to the top +I'ma go straight to the top8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +On The WallTell us that you would like to have the lyrics of this song. Then we'll make it our highest priority to find these lyrics first! +Or perhaps you can help us out. If you have the lyrics of this song, it would be great if you can submit these. That will definitely help us and the other visitors!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy + +Team ( Supa Savage )( Hook ) +Who got that drink, I need that drink (that drink) +Who got that smoke, I need that stink (that stink) +Oh that's your bitch? That girl fucking the team (the team) +Oh that's your girl? That bitch fucking the team (the whole team) (X2) +( Verse 1 ) +Who got that drink, who got that drink? +That shit that you stir up and it turn pink +I'm on my block and bitch I do my thing +Catch a opp in traffic we gone do our thing +Catch me off in traffic bitch I got that nen, that dean +Pull up on your block fucking lay the scene +Pull up on your block and make a bitch sing +300 shit and OTF, bitch thats the team, what you mean? +Hit a nigga with the macs, we don't really give a fuck +We out here on the grind and we'll stick yo' ass up +Your ass a stain boy, you ain't nothing to us +You might as well give it up when we running up +( Hook ) +( Verse 2 ) +Ride around with 30's, them my favorite things +Fuck that drink we out here and we ain't playing the same +Better make it count, don't shoot if you ain't got aim +My niggas on your ass and best believe they got aim +We ain't playing fair, that mean that ain't the same +Different leader, different league, that's a different gang +OTF and 300 that's what I claim +GBE and 300 that's what I claim, you a lame +Get banged, where I'm from we got aim +Shoot a nigga with that thing and run up in his thing +You a stain, my niggas they no fucking lames +We don't play no games, we only aim for the brain +( Hook )1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy \ No newline at end of file